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that will begin to experience fatigue, but at times this seems like a dangerous place.

Less than two weeks ago I went to go for the usual load of shopping. I was going to get in the car when the wail of a siren to me between the upright and locked the door. They arrived an ambulance, a medical unit of resuscitation and half of the Fire Department. They stopped along the way, facing the front of our hotel. Paramedics have launched within the Fire Brigade and five fell by half and began to open doors and hatches. Passers Isono is immobilized, heads and busts have appeared on the windows and balconies. Some policemen who were passing by happened to be rushed to block the entrance in the street and divert traffic. For a moment I was overwhelmed by the instinct to run away and save the show but the crowd kept me from media out with the car. It takes very little to identify with and in fact I was already struggling with the thought: s he would have been able to touch us ... I always make him some anxiety.
A firefighter has been charged in a sort of shoulder bag metallic cables connecting to a huge bite. A colleague helped him carry it inside.
I tried to get an idea of what might have happened. I do not see smoke come out of nowhere and quell'attrezzo certainly did not need to put out fires. Some remained closed in the elevator? But then the paramedics? Maybe the elevator crashed! Over the years I have imagined all possible accidents in the elevator, and between them there was a rupture in the cables that hold up and they do travel.
Some hotel guests were seated at tables on the terrace and did not seem particularly alarmed. Perhaps the situation was not as serious human or cynicism has reached new heights.
With every passing minute of the first rumors are leaked, a hotel employee who worked in the kitchen had an arm stuck in machine mixer. My knees have stumbled. My mother, who was a few meters from me, he put a hand over her mouth to dampen a cry of horror.
Shortly after the fire brigade came out. What brought the tongs was quick to get rid of all machinery and blurted out: "What the fuck's sweaty." It has lit a cigarette now. I have not seemed good signals, I was afraid of seeing the poor thing out of his arm mangled. But un'impastatrice is not a meat grinder, unless it was so powerful that him off the hand.
The woman went out on a stretcher accompanied by paramedics. that are loaded into the ambulance. It seemed more exhausted than frightened and had a hand bruised and swollen with bruises that went back almost to the elbow. All in all fared pretty well because he has not reported a fracture after a few days and returned to work.

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in 2010 should not be an adventure to reach the Adriatic Coast holiday but in some cases it is. I am not talking at the tail on the highway are now the rule, even in crowded trains where there is a case makes its way but there are countries from which it can be really difficult to reach our shores if you are not equipped with a own transportation. I'm not talking of Kyrgyzstan or Sao Tome & Principe, but the nearby civil and well organized Switzerland.

I was pondering all this while, at 'a quarter of the night, outside the exit of Riccione, in the pouring rain waiting for the bus which was taken to Berne G. and its companion holiday A. to bring them home.
The bus had left at 18.00 from power and the second table would have to travel around the exit at Riccione '1.30. The two ladies had recommended me to call the driver in the afternoon to make sure the time and place of meeting. They did not want it to end like last year, when everything had gone wrong. Even then the appointment was 01.30 hours for the toll highway. We had booked them a taxi that was supposed to pick them up at the hotel around the 'one to bring to the meeting place. But what had occurred shortly after midnight with the excuse that other races had to be done and brought to your destination with over an hour in advance. This initial setback if they have added another far more serious: the bus had a delay of 2 hours! So the two elderly ladies (both over eighty years) were forced to wait three hours out of a highway, with cars and trucks coming and going, and to hear them, under the constant threat of being robbed, beaten and raped by some hacker Blast darkness.

- Appiamo aspettatto since all'alboggiorn! - He kept saying G. staring at an indefinite point above my head and instantly relive all their odyssey, of course, the perserguitava every night for a year with terrifying nightmares. Since I gave my approval to accompany that did not thank me and tell me from top to bottom all you had to go that night. I think they did to justify the trouble for which I had also promised a lavish tip.
I know, taxi drivers can not see a good hoteliers who steal their work but in this case, given the above, just mention the word taxi is rose to the sky curses and spells. Just did not want to hear. They did not want someone to accompany her and then left to their fate. They wanted someone who could give a complete and that places them away from any risk and any surprises.

In short, they wanted a butler.

We agreed to depart from 1, 00 and 23.30 were already below with your luggage: two large suitcases on wheels and then bags and various Small bags for convenience that they had tried to put one inside another. G. wearing a bizarre outfit traveling pants and jacket cotton padded checkered whites and blacks but chess different measures of the piece above and one below. The effect, besides anti-aesthetic, was somewhat mesmerizing.
Once you put the luggage in a corner where you do not give too much discomfort you were sitting in armchairs in front of the TV, waiting in silence that strike the hour. After disappearing of their concerns about the practical aspects of starting is only sadness for the end of the holidays. G. and A. seemed just wrapped this melancholy, which is contagious and that was spreading all around coming to lick even the sottoscritto.Certe extra benefits begin to be emotionally and physically exhausting. I fear that one day or another I found lying on the platform of a station or on the platform a bus stop. Given the choice, the better the waiting room of an airport.
However, at the stroke of one I loaded the luggage into the car, which was immediately filled with a sweet and pungent odor caused by food specialties in G. has filled one of her bags: raw meat, ham, Parmesan and who knows what else. I had only a few kilometers but the rain would prevent me from keeping the windows open. I only hoped the scent does not make me pass out on the road.

under a metal awning that fixes everything from rain, the two ladies and their butler kept an eye to the exit gates the exit, waiting to spot the lights and the silhouette of a bus line coming from Basilicata. Every so often articulated vehicle was passing some cars or something, one of which stopped in front of the shelter completely blocking the view toward the toll. This has created nervousness in just two ladies, who rose on his toes or bend to the side to try to see beyond the big articulated. We missed the bus that just arrived, he saw there and she left without them.
from the middle and dropped a guy who greeted the driver departs and before that finally cleared the view. He was a man about 45 years, with glasses and short-sighted quite a few mustache blacks. He had a bag with shoulder strap and a pouch around the belly prominent. G. I was immediately approached me and whispered: - Did you see '? If we were alone or taxi brought us here, at night ... strange people ...
To find someone at half the night at a highway exit is a clear demonstration of ability delinquent.
- You also get lady? - He asked the man to G. with a strong emphasis Puglia.
G. not expected and, at first, he replied: - Yes
- and where you go, in Abruzzi?
- In Abruzzo? No, we go to Switzerland ...
- But then climbs!
- Eh?
- Before you said to get off!
- Who, me? - G. has extended his arms and assumed an expression of surprise. - No, no ... I've never said that!
- Waiting for the bus? - Urged that.
- Yes, you too? - He asked in return G. and you knew all too well that he testify that possibility with her whole being.
- No, stain! I wait for another truck. - And concluded the sentence with a few expletives in the dialect that I could not translate.
In fact, minutes after he arrived a pull orange, with the insignia of a well known courier service, on which rose after the man greeted us. Avendoci still blocked the view, the two women have started their dance too nervous and I was beginning to worry. It was already past the hour and the bus could arrive at any moment. Luckily the truck is distributed after just a minute (but it seemed that long) and our gaze is repositioned on the toll.
The bus came to Berne with only a quarter of an hour late, with all due respect to everyone, especially the two old ladies that were predicted to last until accidents, detours, wrong toll and other mishaps. The two women were so happy and so excited that I barely have greeted and thanked. After being delivered to drivers with all their luggage, I took the road home. They plan to be in bed by 2.00: not bad for those who pointed the woke up at 7.00 ...

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