Armenia has not yet returned from the mountain and not responding to my sms. I could call but I would put in a position of weakness, and I hate being weak. Also I no longer have the phone bills and bank account almost in red, and I hate being poor. To be poor and weak, then sends me on a rampage. I went to Bilal
Fefeni to scrounge a kebizza yesterday. In addition to his club he was me, three Bangladeshis, a Pakistani and flies. I felt the stranger, the Stranger was Jimmy in the middle of a room in the Asian edge of the end of the world. The flies but I do not feel strange. The flies I guess I always feel at home, give it a go and the glass surface against which crashed repeatedly and they will be the happier of the insect world.
- I can not believe you fired from RapidoPizza, Bandini - Bilal said.
- But believe us. That's it.
- You always complained about that place, you've always said, 'I leave this shitty job,' but I do not think you do. You only able to spit in the pot where they eat, so I thought.
Bilal is wrong, I was never interested in biting the hand where I eat, I always like biting the hand of others, here is what I miss most of the pizza delivery, the spit inside ourselves. But this is taking me for me. I was there I ate the kebizza, chased away the flies, I thumbed through an old copy of Home Appliance and thought when I opened my local, the InsalatoGelateria Jimmy Bandini Francinella aka "The Stranger". Why should not it work? The ice cream is good. The salad is good. It is good. But nobody in the world has put together these two ingredients. Jimmy Bandini is the right person to do so. Why should not it work? I opened InsalatoGelaterie worldwide: New York, Paris, Tokyo, Chieti. Hundreds of children around the world have delivered to my home insalategelato. O insalatogelati. Insalatigelato. However the fuck you were called. People would read my name on the cartons of my insalategelaticomecazzosichiameranno, and he exclaimed: Look, Jimmy Bandini, but it was not the guy who once gave me a pizza and I gave him even half a euro tip? However, it has come a long way, that Bandini. Here's what people would say.
I sent an sms to Armenia: "Do you like ice cream? Do you like salad? Do you like me? In what order?" I watched the flies
crashing against the window of the shop, I liked their tenacity, I like them. Out on the road, the wind turned round. I liked the wind, I was like him. I like a lot of things, I was a moltitudine.
– Ti piace mia kebizza, Straniero? – mi ha chiesto Bilal.
Ho fatto pollice in su.
Su di me avrebbero fatto un film.
La storia di uno che nella vita lotta per diventare qualcuno.
Non vedevo l'ora di vedere come finisce il film.
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