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The priests of the Fiat

Lyrics Elio

One evening we were waiting for Mary, my sister in law, under the 'office where she worked as secretary to the owner.
It was raining hard and we were under the canopy that protected the entrance. Suddenly we heard the sound of a starter motor for a Fiat Topolino: poignant insisted in a vain attempt to start the engine.
He and I were "deep" Experts from the mouse: we looked at each other, check the time and nodded silently. We approached the driver
"discouraged" the car and told him: "open the hood. That, rather puzzled, nodded and went down looking for the handle azionò. And there, in the pouring rain, with a dilapidated umbrella that we passed hands every few minutes, we began to disassemble the distributor. The owner of the mouse, he declined to oversee operations, and watched anxiously for our skeptical tinker.
Finally the head of the shell appeared in my hands and Adriano as serious as a priest officiating a sacred rite, he took out from his pocket a box of matches, lit one, took the head of the distributor from my hands and began to "scorching" metal contacts on the cap. As if it really
officiate a ceremony, even with the rain that runs on our faces after a while, 'he handed me the cover I risistemai on its base. Then turned to the owner of the car - we looked more and more skeptical - and said, "turn on". That hastened to close the umbrella and with a mocking smile, put the steering wheel and activated the key: a quick and sneezing engine starts. Face impassive face of the driver and our disbelief that we made a gesture of blessing, we closed the hood and we sheltered under the canopy.
course at the exit of Mary, his wife, for we felt like we were the concerts in the rain and dirty hands.
Elio

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PS - Start with this series of stories about my brother Adriano missed 20 years ago (she was four years older than me). He was an exceptionally kind and our relationship has been especially true and deep friendship of brotherhood as well. I was his shoulder in the true sense of the word. We did not need to tell us about: we understood the fly, adapting to the situation at all times.