The doctor and the lawyer
- ".... simo attentive to the tram!"
- "Which tram ?!!..."
Indeed - I thought - where is'm tram? Then a lightning bolt on my road to Damascus I had lit the way: the tram was there where all the trams are found to travel!
On the tram home, which divided the two lanes of a road on the outskirts of city \u200b\u200bin a silent night the two spent some time on Saturday night, the tram proceeded anche'esso
silence and sad ... "Massimo come on!" - continued to urge calm voice the doctor to her husband.
" But why? What tram, where is ... " - Continued, in return, to repeat mechanically what the lawyer quietly drunk most of his liter and wine swallowed shortly before in a strange inn hidden in the damp cold of the canals of Milan
Meanwhile, the tram started flashing and mentioned a so Another attempt to brake that did not seem to produce any results, and I sat in the back seat of the SUV right that housed, in addition to the five humans, two dogs but puppies already have tens of kilos, I began to ask me to do and thoughts questions between the philosophical and the macabre
"I could die! The tram smash the side of the car and I would come to a pulp ..." but then a chance to soothe me: "But not so I can die in a stupid (or perhaps emplice eras?)" And again, "Here no one cries in the car, even the women! How well are the majority ... Out! Overall and silent, and even the silent tram seems able to stop ... " but then the question again took control of my thoughts. "There is never a smart way to die ....?"
Meanwhile, the lawyer for a plea to us, and perhaps obscure to himself he could move a few feet but the car had made it off soon after: the car now generously offered his right flank to the tram cunedo whose driver had seen the successes dell'ardito sotttrarsi pilot to the danger of the impending impact, had vigorously taken up the march of their own half putting the dark closet of his brain the idea and the action of a strong braking.
I am increasingly concerned about the bottom of the machine started to accompany my thoughts and my theories on the likelihood of deaths and the inability of other stupid attempts at intelligent solutions impromptu as instinctual. I had
spostasto inwards crowding on the body of the car which my companion said nothing and did not understand if it were for terror or simply because my body was pressing on her breathing to prevent you from Finance.
"At least this way - and thinking I looked around, took mental measures, calculated trajectories and damages, if there will be impact damage will be minimal: the more I hit a streak, maybe lose some coastline, most likely a broken arm ... but at least I do not take into full! Life will be preserved ... "
-" Massimoooo ??!!!" want from my cousin had urged his friend to leave the place that is now increasingly seen near the nose of the tram
- "Ah, but does not move the machine ale ... "replied the pilot as he carried his hands off the steering wheel and well in sight mo 'of mechanical
F1 pit stop -" Well of course the most - had urged his wife - If you put in bike will not start ever ... the machine, "and while he turned the ignition key as his wife, Total prey to the fumes of alcohol, did not know what to do with their hands that rested on the steering wheel that men everywhere ...
In the meantime I had repeated the rosary of theories on possible worlds and of possible combinatorial who knows how many times now, nothing changed except the distance between my liver and the nose of the tram! Always shorter ...
Then as if by magic: the tram stops, a little more than two inches from my car and liver, the car starts. A nice
risk in half again found himself in the wrong lane and face to face with another car. Certainly from a side impact plots against shock front suv suv car against who knows who would win (or perhaps would be right to say lost?!)
the script might seem sketchy and ill-success of a fledgling writer to a-movie ....
Could you, perhaps ... And yet it's just reality
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