October 97: A skinny girl 
probation, on the twenty-three years was to put on makeup while think about what would be his family: a five year old girl placed her cousin and a broken man who knows where. His fingers knotted carefully passed the pencil around the upper lip and put on lipstick with brush. Looking at his reflection in the mirror full of fingerprints was asked if he had not given too much makeup.
"Rachel! Have you finished? "That fat probation, on the twenty-three years was to put on makeup while think about what would be his family: a five year old girl placed her cousin and a broken man who knows where. His fingers knotted carefully passed the pencil around the upper lip and put on lipstick with brush. Looking at his reflection in the mirror full of fingerprints was asked if he had not given too much makeup. Anna broke.
"One minute! What the fuck! "
And then pretend to call it freedom, guarded, but call it freedom!
He rinsed his hands and left the bathroom at the door with his snout Anna was pissed.
"Here, the process is all yours."
smoothed out the folds on the skirt and thought that it might be better not to get all dressed up with clothes that old prostitute, petty thief, his roommate. He looked at Nicholas, the guy who was almost-turnkey Starla among the boxes that night. A lazy. Sbracato was the plastic chair and mumbled an eraser.
"Can I leave?"
That took a sleepy nod of the head pointing to the door. Rachel came out. Outside there was a chill wind: maybe he really exaggerated with those clothes, she thought of having to go to beat, but it was too late. He took the subway stations deserted followed each other in front of his eyes as he approached the center. The girl continued to imagine the face of his daughter who was definitely asleep. Get off the train reached one of those side streets that overlook the square and after a few steps in the wet he stopped to see the room where he had spent many sleepless nights. It was ten o'clock on a weekday evening and the bar had already taken the special atmosphere of closed places: the stools were leaning on the counter, all the glasses clean and tidy, gleaming bottles of liquor to the feeble light coming from the back . He went quietly and cautiously approached the door of the lighted room in search of Grace, the owner. They were friends for a long time and although not seen so much, Rachel, remembered his habits, such as return home late at night from work. Peering, in fact, was able to check to see that the door was firmly closed. He knocked, he greeted and talked quite a bit 'before Rachel came to the point:
"You know what happened to Alex?"
"I know there has been some month for possession of drugs, but now I have no idea where it is. You can hear the Albert pub, maybe you know something more about me, I do not know. "
" With the same grace, I've been helpful anyway. Now I let you go home, goodnight. "
" Good night. See that you see a little 'more often. "
Leaving the bar of Grace, Rachel she wondered for the umpteenth time if it was a good idea to look for what little good, but did not think long. The appeared before our eyes the image of his daughter, said she was definitely asleep at that hour, it was decided to continue the search and quickened his pace. He was crossing dark streets and deserted and he was afraid to meet some delinquent if she had not felt a thug with those clothes and the probation to be served for seven months. There were people in the pub, and even a little, went in and looked around for some familiar face. It was there, Alex. She recognized him among a group of people, had a bottle in his hand and arguing heatedly with a guy by pointing a finger. Rachel called him, he turned around. From her face you could see that was not only drunk at the beginning and did not recognize came up.
"Oh, good evening beautiful slut, you're back to have sex with me?"
knew Rachel was not a good time to talk to him, his head is crowded with voices that they were merely repeating: how did you collect you think of a 'idea like this! Turned away as if nothing had happened, but Alex pushed her against the wall.
"What the fuck are you doing? Are you going? Ugly bitch! Bitch! You've ruined my life! "
Continuing to scream, broke the bottle against the wall.
"Alex let me go. It is not was my fault ... "
" Oh really? Bitch! You've been a bitch! Did you know that Omar had given me the stuff that night! Troy! "
wanted yell, get angry with him, scream to stop, now that could have a life, not waste it was selling drugs, but he did not.
"Let me Alex. Please. "
threw the remains of the bottle to the floor, held her by the wrists, the bartender and some customers yelled to let her go. Alex followed this advice and walked away.
"Whore. Indeed, both whores. You and your daughter. The pay for what you made me, bitch! "
Rachel was afraid and wanted to go home, but that threat stopped him. Determined, he picked up the broken bottle from the ground and pounced on him, no one could stop him, once, twice, three times the glass sank into his skin. After a moment he looked at the lifeless body of the father of her daughter, the blood continued to flow away, had their hands and clothes full. He threw away the bottle and sat on the ground crying. He did not move until they came to take her away. Now what was that thing that had never been able to call family? Of her child?
He wanted to find that stupid because his daughter had a father and was able to deny that too. Now she was alone. They were both alone now.
November '97: Many condemned "One minute! What the fuck! "
And then pretend to call it freedom, guarded, but call it freedom!
He rinsed his hands and left the bathroom at the door with his snout Anna was pissed.
"Here, the process is all yours."
smoothed out the folds on the skirt and thought that it might be better not to get all dressed up with clothes that old prostitute, petty thief, his roommate. He looked at Nicholas, the guy who was almost-turnkey Starla among the boxes that night. A lazy. Sbracato was the plastic chair and mumbled an eraser.
"Can I leave?"
That took a sleepy nod of the head pointing to the door. Rachel came out. Outside there was a chill wind: maybe he really exaggerated with those clothes, she thought of having to go to beat, but it was too late. He took the subway stations deserted followed each other in front of his eyes as he approached the center. The girl continued to imagine the face of his daughter who was definitely asleep. Get off the train reached one of those side streets that overlook the square and after a few steps in the wet he stopped to see the room where he had spent many sleepless nights. It was ten o'clock on a weekday evening and the bar had already taken the special atmosphere of closed places: the stools were leaning on the counter, all the glasses clean and tidy, gleaming bottles of liquor to the feeble light coming from the back . He went quietly and cautiously approached the door of the lighted room in search of Grace, the owner. They were friends for a long time and although not seen so much, Rachel, remembered his habits, such as return home late at night from work. Peering, in fact, was able to check to see that the door was firmly closed. He knocked, he greeted and talked quite a bit 'before Rachel came to the point:
"You know what happened to Alex?"
"I know there has been some month for possession of drugs, but now I have no idea where it is. You can hear the Albert pub, maybe you know something more about me, I do not know. "
" With the same grace, I've been helpful anyway. Now I let you go home, goodnight. "
" Good night. See that you see a little 'more often. "
Leaving the bar of Grace, Rachel she wondered for the umpteenth time if it was a good idea to look for what little good, but did not think long. The appeared before our eyes the image of his daughter, said she was definitely asleep at that hour, it was decided to continue the search and quickened his pace. He was crossing dark streets and deserted and he was afraid to meet some delinquent if she had not felt a thug with those clothes and the probation to be served for seven months. There were people in the pub, and even a little, went in and looked around for some familiar face. It was there, Alex. She recognized him among a group of people, had a bottle in his hand and arguing heatedly with a guy by pointing a finger. Rachel called him, he turned around. From her face you could see that was not only drunk at the beginning and did not recognize came up.
"Oh, good evening beautiful slut, you're back to have sex with me?"
knew Rachel was not a good time to talk to him, his head is crowded with voices that they were merely repeating: how did you collect you think of a 'idea like this! Turned away as if nothing had happened, but Alex pushed her against the wall.
"What the fuck are you doing? Are you going? Ugly bitch! Bitch! You've ruined my life! "
Continuing to scream, broke the bottle against the wall.
"Alex let me go. It is not was my fault ... "
" Oh really? Bitch! You've been a bitch! Did you know that Omar had given me the stuff that night! Troy! "
wanted yell, get angry with him, scream to stop, now that could have a life, not waste it was selling drugs, but he did not.
"Let me Alex. Please. "
threw the remains of the bottle to the floor, held her by the wrists, the bartender and some customers yelled to let her go. Alex followed this advice and walked away.
"Whore. Indeed, both whores. You and your daughter. The pay for what you made me, bitch! "
Rachel was afraid and wanted to go home, but that threat stopped him. Determined, he picked up the broken bottle from the ground and pounced on him, no one could stop him, once, twice, three times the glass sank into his skin. After a moment he looked at the lifeless body of the father of her daughter, the blood continued to flow away, had their hands and clothes full. He threw away the bottle and sat on the ground crying. He did not move until they came to take her away. Now what was that thing that had never been able to call family? Of her child?
He wanted to find that stupid because his daughter had a father and was able to deny that too. Now she was alone. They were both alone now.
looked out the window or staring at the fingers, there was a heavy silence in the room. Someone coughed. Sabrina had the hiccups and felt really out of place in that place full of adults. He did not even know why he was there, we had brought Angelica who was now standing near her, was almost afraid so quiet and still. Suddenly in the midst of all that silence came a distinguished man, dressed all in gray, even the shoes, said something in a voice calm and quiet, but Sabrina did not understand anything, only that he used big words difficult. Angelica but he must have understood, because he had moved to sit on the chair and was now just on the edge, as if ready to flee the runway, his face was worried. Entered the room another guy who said they might enter. Enter where?
"Where are we going?" Sabrina was able to ask for Angelica as she stood up, slowly, in a whisper, because despite all that you were holding up the chairs, there was still a great silence. But Angela did not reply. He had taken his hand, however, and was leading the other side of the door through which came out the second guy. There was a funny room, long, long, and one part there were many desks and chairs and telephones, but Sabrina and Angelica did not stop and went into another room, much smaller, was dark, but when they entered lit a bright light, there was a table with two empty chairs and two occupied. At the table, in fact, there was a guard (another standing), and there was Rachel. "Mom!"
Sabrina was about to run by her mother, Angelica, but kept her by the arm.
Why?
Sabrina sat down and looked at her mother, smiling sadly. Why
was wearing a suit?
Why was across the table?
Why could not embrace it?
Sabrina did not understand anything and meanwhile her mother smiled, although the expression seemed more sad than happy, and not looking at her. Sabrina's mother stared in silence, while excluded from the talks that were begun between the three adults, especially among the Guard and Angelica, but Rachel escaped her eye. Suddenly he heard a cry from another room, a woman's voice. The guard came out, had become silent again, and Sabrina had turned toward the door. The guard came back almost immediately, shaking his head and began to speak:
"So I repeat times: Every Saturday from 15 to 17 for no more than fifteen minutes. It 's all right? "
Angelica Sabrina nodded and looked back at her mother, she now seemed to be excluded from the discussion. The guard stood up
"Well, we have finished. You may go. "
Angelica got up and lifted her up even Sabrina, now Rachel was watching. He got up and went to embrace her daughter, told her that she was sorry and apologized, then was removed by a guard. Sabrina had seen his tears. That evening
Angelica explained that his mother was in prison because he killed a man and would not be back soon.
January 07: Sabrina permission premium Sabrina was about to run by her mother, Angelica, but kept her by the arm.
Why?
Sabrina sat down and looked at her mother, smiling sadly. Why
was wearing a suit?
Why was across the table?
Why could not embrace it?
Sabrina did not understand anything and meanwhile her mother smiled, although the expression seemed more sad than happy, and not looking at her. Sabrina's mother stared in silence, while excluded from the talks that were begun between the three adults, especially among the Guard and Angelica, but Rachel escaped her eye. Suddenly he heard a cry from another room, a woman's voice. The guard came out, had become silent again, and Sabrina had turned toward the door. The guard came back almost immediately, shaking his head and began to speak:
"So I repeat times: Every Saturday from 15 to 17 for no more than fifteen minutes. It 's all right? "
Angelica Sabrina nodded and looked back at her mother, she now seemed to be excluded from the discussion. The guard stood up
"Well, we have finished. You may go. "
Angelica got up and lifted her up even Sabrina, now Rachel was watching. He got up and went to embrace her daughter, told her that she was sorry and apologized, then was removed by a guard. Sabrina had seen his tears. That evening
Angelica explained that his mother was in prison because he killed a man and would not be back soon.
slammed the door.
now had to meet you know! Fuck! He was almost fifteen years! Not enough shame and lies told to teachers and classmates from elementary school to avoid having to say "my mother is in prison! At least "My father died when I was little," was holding and asked anyone else, but for all that time Angela had not told her anything! Fantastic! "My mother is in jail because he killed my father! Stuff of soap opera. "Sabrina! Open the door! "
" Shut up, Mom! "
is locked in the room and waited in silence until he heard his mother's footsteps on the stairs, then went out the window. Was careful not to be seen from the living room window and started down the road towards the periphery. After a couple of blocks found Leo and his friends vagrants to hang around the basketball court, there were also a couple of guys skate. Leo greeted and made to give a cigarette.
"Sabri, how?"
"Everything ok ..."
"You sure? You have a face. "
" No, no. I'm fine. "
leaned his back against the wall and lit his cigarette.
"Leo, but you did you ever see your father after your have left?"
"No, not even a phone call. Why do you ask? "
" Nothing, curiosity. "
" Shut up, Mom! "
is locked in the room and waited in silence until he heard his mother's footsteps on the stairs, then went out the window. Was careful not to be seen from the living room window and started down the road towards the periphery. After a couple of blocks found Leo and his friends vagrants to hang around the basketball court, there were also a couple of guys skate. Leo greeted and made to give a cigarette.
"Sabri, how?"
"Everything ok ..."
"You sure? You have a face. "
" No, no. I'm fine. "
leaned his back against the wall and lit his cigarette.
"Leo, but you did you ever see your father after your have left?"
"No, not even a phone call. Why do you ask? "
" Nothing, curiosity. "
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