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half past seven hours. It's raining and cold. The bus is packed with people with employers, workers and students, we are crushed like sardines and wet umbrellas pressed against his legs only increase the chills and discomfort. The boys, who were able to sit, they stand with their heads resting against the glass wet with condensation, the earbuds in your ears, looking out or on the ground, adults in suits trying desperately to preserve the fold of their clothes, throwing dirty looks backpacks to compress them against other backpacks. I got thirty seconds and already I see that in here the temperature is soaring, the heating of the bus does not sit well with winter clothes, so I know that in another half a minute I will start soaking your clothes with sweat, then go down to the my stop plunging in zero-degree winter in Turin and tomorrow I will have a fever. Anxiety. I do off elbowed in the crowd, I get off at the first station that happens to me. I'm late. Fuck. Finally the doors open and the crowd of people expelled me from the middle as the peristalsis of the intestine from the metal skin of an enormous creature. Rain, cold. I light a cigarette. It 's like sucking a small bar of iron. On the wall in front of the sidewalk is a poster designed by a monkey at the side of a man. Conference on the evolution of the brain in primates. Fuck. I still think it'll be late college, then I tell myself that when I get there I think. I begin to walk the streets half empty at this time people are working or in school. My gaze falls on the homeless people that if they are thrown in their boxes, grates on the sidewalk where it exits the heat of heating buildings. One is sleeping, I notice that someone had left the breakfast wrapped in a paper bag on the side of his bed. When you wake up you are happy, I guess. The few passers-by with their briefcases whizzing, perhaps to escape the cold, or to escape possible toxic that could stop and ask for money. A boy walks with his backpack in the arcades, is singing a song loudly Caparezza. E 'angry.

Eventually I realize that I have nothing to do around the city, and so coming to the University. As I climb the stairs to the corner of my eye I see a piece of white cloth fluttering, I turn and I see a guy dressed entirely in white, with a long blond mane and a cloak, also white. In the right hand carries a gnarled stick like a fucking druid, I think it should look like Gandalf and I am to ask if he wants to play the Lord of the Rings, just over the threshold she felt a hand on my shoulder, I turn and I slam a sheet in the face, while a tall man, with a reddish beard and dressed as if it came from an old daguerreotype me says "Will you come with us to talk about the figure of Marx?" Behind him, waving the banner of Marxist-Leninist committees, looking at him, and I shake my head and I'm leaving. Check that the lesson has already started a while ago, the professor is explaining how Aleban comes from the Gaelic "Ale Banno," is always exciting to see the passion with which old man, who belongs to another world, explains his subject with passion.

I isolate myself in the mysteries of language. You do not know anybody, I think.