"Here we are," my mother said, adding a satisfied sigh, in front of a huge building.
Mychol smiled smugly as he looked at Mum happily.
I opened the car door and slowly got out.
 I looked, confused, all that surrounded me.
 It was all a big mess there, taxis coming to the right, taxis to the left. Pedestrians crossing, people honking the horn ... I thought from the first moment that this place would not do me good, not to me that I've always been a quiet guy. Solitary.
 My brother opened the trunk of the car and took all the suitcases while a man of average statutra, about fifty years and with a physicist Magrolino approached my mother.
X: Is she Lise Stazzuart?
L: Oh, yes, it's me. "
X: He must sign the other part of the contract and the apartment is his. "
My mother, seized with excitement, read with speed the papers that the man had placed on a box and signed, happy.

But right now, I do not think I've read everything. If he did, at this moment it would not have happened all this absurd mess.


"Come on guys, come on," he said with the same happiness as a child eager to enter a playground.
I helped Mychol get our bags and followed Mum. He opened the door, climbed a couple of stairs and then, with the key that had just delivered the man in uniform, opened the door.
We went in.
"What do you think?" Mother asked with satisfaction, turning a bright, hopeful look.
My brother smiled and showed himself happy with the deal.
I could not do otherwise.
It was spacious enough, but I could not have made any kind of comment anyway, considering it was empty.
For the first few days, Mychol and I helped the mother to furnish the apartment, for the purpose of our work the result turned out to be really satisfying and the evening of the following Friday, I thought well to go out, a bit 'to see the country.
A bit 'to get my head off.
I was dressed in a very casual way. A black Calvin Klein top, jeans shorts with black vans E to cover my shoulders, a turquoise blue sweatshirt worn at random from the bag.
I picked up my hair in a queue a bit 'messed up, I did not put makeup on me .. I did not care much about how I looked.
Before leaving, I looked at myself one last time in the entrance mirror.

A girl who did not transmit anything.
My eyes did not speak, if anyone had intended to read me inside, he could not. He would not have succeeded, and even if he did, it would still prove to be a failure. There was nothing inside me. I felt empty.

I took the keys from the shelf and went out, down the stairs and within a few minutes I found myself in front of a breathtaking architectural structure.
Outside there were people dressed in a very elegant way.
It had to be something luxurious. But I could not quite understand what.
I decided to go home and go to sleep, it was past eleven and for me that day was now over.