I have a technique: when I attend a meeting later, I sit, I pull out the gun and the support on the table.
E 'technique, I need to get along with humanity, is something I do for me. And in fact I have also minor rules.
The first rule, for example, is that when I enter I must immediately pull out the gun and lay on the table. I mean, I would not take it out in the middle of the speech and think that someone could pull it out for the turn that took the speech.
The second rule is never to look at the gun. I mean, I would not want anyone thought here, is a wink to the gun, as if to say siete tutti sotto tiro. No, io non voglio che la pistola diventi oggetto di discussione.
Tant'è vero che la terza regola è non parlare mai della pistola. Sarebbe ridondante. E poi, sarebbe una debolezza, come per dire, senza la pistola quello non è nessuno, il suo discorso regge solamente perché lui è armato.
Però questo non significa che io non pensi sempre alla pistola. Anzi, io penso costantemente alla pistola quando sto in riunione. E non un pensiero generico, vago, ma proprio una cosa precisa, chiara, netta nella mia testa. Io penso alla leggerezza del grilletto, al cane che si inarca, che raggiunge il punto morto, il momento di massima estensione distanza dal pezzo, io penso al tamburo che ruota basculando in counterclockwise and exhibition rooms for the bullets, the dog that returns to the piece, hits the trigger e. .. pom! Apart from the shot. This is my thought.
But certainly someone is convinced that my strength is only in the fact that the monster gun. So, for the avoidance of doubt, I began to attend meetings without showing the gun, I keep it in your pocket. The rules, more or less remained unchanged. Or rather, it changed before, that is not firing his gun at the beginning of the meeting, but the rest is all the same, ie do not look at the gun, obviously, because I have it in my pocket, I do not speak of the gun and I constantly the gun.
This gave me a great opportunity, ie turn always armed with a pistol in his pocket. And if you turn again with the gun in my pocket constantly and always think of the gun, there is a little bit of magic, that is all the people around you become silhouettes, targets. Templates with the target drawn on the forehead or on the heart, to shoot, in fact.
This does not mean that I am violent. I did not shoot anybody, let alone, but I have the alternative, the ability to do so. This makes me feel at peace with the rest of humanity.
For example, my wife tells me she has bought a new cream to massage the buttocks to the bark of poplar, understand? I have the choice, I could pull out a gun and shoot, but I do not. I massage the outline, the target.
Or the neighbor, the retired colonel, who says to me: On Wednesday morning, until noon, at the supermarket there is a discount for pensioners and do the spesone, spending big. I can pull out a gun and shoot, but I do not. I help the target to bring spending into the house.
Or the bartender, always with her hands soaking in water, co '' ste dirty cups, I said, Dotto 'who takes the usual? A coffee that correct? A strong coffee? I can pull out a gun and shoot, but I do not. I accept a coffee from the target.
I once did an experiment, I left the gun home, I left in the drawer of the bedside table, next to the bed, deliberately, I went out without his gun. I met the colonel on the stairs saying to me, has run the broken elevator, the elevator does not work, today is Wednesday, which I did the spesone, spending big ... He was sweating, it sucked, and I could not shoot. Not that I would shoot, but at least if it was a target ... could be a target, I could have the opportunity, the alternative ...
I ran down the stairs, I went to the bar. I say, I take a coffee, I go by. Upon arriving at the bar, the bartender said to me: Dotto 'pija that, er than usual? Je make a coffee? Like the valves, proper, limited, long, American ... Vole as' I am coffee. I had the gun in his pocket. If you do not have a gun in your pocket does not have an alternative, you have to drink a cup of coffee strength.
I ran into the house, I came into the house, I met my wife in the kitchen and bathroom, c'aveva hair all wet, he had just made shampoo, told me: If you see the regrowth, I must rifa 'tint, if you see regrowth? ... I saw only the regrowth, I did not see the target, was no longer a silhouette, I could not shoot. If you do not have a gun in your pocket, you have to watch the re-growth is a horrible thing. I went to my room, I took the gun, I held a bit 'in hand, I am relaxed, I breathed, I'm lying, I put in my pocket.
My wife said: Honey, are you okay? All right? I've looked and I thought the trigger, its lightness, the dog that is arched, which comes in neutral, at maximum distance from the workpiece, the tilting drum that rotates counter-clockwise, to the camp for bullets, the dog returns to the piece, hits the trigger e. .. start the stroke.
My wife told me: Are you okay, dear? I said: Yes, dear. I responded to the target, the template.
I know for sure that you, politicians, union leaders, big businessmen, economists and oil companies, when you speak with us in the newspapers, or radio, or television, I know perfectly well what you're thinking. Even if you talk about the Constitution, democracy, economy, immigration, you always think the same thing, ie you hold the gun in his pocket. And that is why you speak to us as we talk to the gauges. It is for this reason that your speeches are armed!
Ascanio Celestini
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