Valissa walked through valleys and mountains, rivers and cities to meet people, the largest possible variety of people. We approached and put simple questions. Then continue the journey in a closing meditation endless wandering from the tail, and sprayed the street light. But I do not understand. He performed daily exercises assigned by the teacher, she spent afternoons in the silence of the senses listening to waterfalls and wind. He spoke with fruit sellers, painters, doctors of the soul, the tailors and the scribes. She listened to tribal leaders, managers and tornadoes. And resume the journey tirelessly and two calves had come that way. He went to Syria, Ghana, Tennessee, Ukraine, Laos and Val d'Aosta. He wrote letters, treaties, Bibles and sms. Read graffiti, papyri, scrolls prayer, stems and instructions for use. But did not receive any truth. Then digging, dusting, sweeping and grattavinceva. Eighty-five years had now burst into the room when the quiet of Branduardi ciapinaro. The walls were tall and stately, it looked like the Duomo in Milan. Echoed a distant clanging of pots and pans. The dismay of Valissa was strong as ever. She felt him near the end of his life and wanted to leave with an answer. Letting himself be guided by the energies of the holy place, approached Branduardi. He noted that this was a man of about one hundred and four, minute, slim, but with tanned skin and muscles tense up effort calibrated daily, always the same. Arrabattarsi not stop those on his bowls. Valissa was now in front of him, as serious as a funerary statue, waiting for the ultimate truth: half-closed eyes and head slightly tilted backwards. What's more, folded his arms and planted his feet. Branduardi had not taken his eyes from his pots. But after a quarter of an hour like this, slowly put the gavettino copper held in his hands, leaned on a cane in one hand and the other pushed his chair trying to get up the straw. Blocked emotion, Valissa not even tried to help him. At the top of a huge effort that seemed, the old man looked like he was finally in order to set up, however, breaking the sacred silence and the mystical aura, a mighty fart slipped out of that body test.
Valissa's heart did not remain indifferent to everything. He felt a strange trembling in a terrible itching, stomach cramps seized by the said half-fold, then the unstoppable force he opened his mouth and then one after another, in a strong gust, strange coughing came accompanied by turns melodious voice and grunts.
Valissa was laughing. For the first time in his life. He laughed out loud: could not stop, he fell to the ground, beat her with both hands, eyes watering profusely, but could not stop and actually maybe did not want. He wanted to go back over everything now on its way and laugh, laugh.
But maybe she was tired, maybe he did not think it was worth it, called a taxi and went to get a pizza with his former classmates.
