 up? I can just carry the bear and the cover she liked when she was younger. And what about Marco, and his stroboscopic videos, where you pretend to be inside? They do not care about jumpers, but without toys...

They came back to her bedroom. She looked around and collected the pictures of mom and dad and her marriage with Rodolfo and the kids when they were babies. For a moment she fought with the idea she would never have come back. Nuts. She shook her head. Shoes. Not so important. A sneaker and a change.

In the bathroom she collected toothbrushes, tooth paste, a soap and a towel. No hairdryer. And if I wash my hair? Damned they all. I behave as if I do have to go. They succeeded to persuade me. On the contrary, no. It will be a matter of a short time and everything will come back to normality. I have to keep this in mind. This is my house and they are just thieves.

All the same, she looked inside the wardrobe at her elegant jacket, the one she wore when she went to a theatre, and she could not tell her a final goodbye. And she impressed the room in her mind. And she collected meaningless objects, as the Madonna picture mom gave her, although she was an atheist. Or that Giada dress, when she was 1 year old. She broidered it elegantly and never dared to give it away. Now it seemed necessary.

She lied down crying, below Paul's indifferent eyes. She cried all her rage and pain. Then she recomposed herself.

"The luggage is ready. Now you must let me go."

"Not yet. We are waiting for your husband and kids. You will sleep here tonight."

Lidia succeeded hiding a feeling of joy. She would have seen them again. Then it was true their aim was not to kill. They would have already done it. The triple glasses let in only muffled sounds. They could be shooting, but it was not clear.

"Paul, explain to me what is going on."

"I can't say anything. Not now. You should be patient."

"I want to watch the TV or get into Internet."

"No matter."

"Can I at least read a book?"

Paul accompanied her in the living-room to get her book back
up? I can just carry the bear and the cover she liked when she was youthful. And what about Marco, and his stroboscopic video, where you pretend to be inside? They do not care about jumper, but without toys... 

 They came back to her bedroom. She front around and collected the picture of mom and dad and her marriage with Rodolfo and the kids when they were baby. For a moment she fought with the estimate she would never have derive back. Nuts. She shook her head. Shoes. Not so significant. A sneaker and a change. 

 In the bathroom she collect toothbrushes, tooth paste, a soap and a towel. No hairdryer. And if I wash my hair? curse they all. I behave as if I do consume to go. They succeeded to persuade me. On the reverse, no. It will be a matter of a short time and everything will come back to normality. I have to keep this in judgment. This is my house and they are just thieves. 

 All the same, she looked inside the wardrobe at her elegant jacket, the one she wore when she went to a theatre, and she could not tell her a concluding adieu. And she impressed the room in her mind. And she collected meaningless object, as the Madonna picture mom gave her, although she was an atheist. Or that Giada attire, when she was 1 year old. She broidered it elegantly and never dared to pass it away. Now it seemed necessary. 

 She lied down crying, below Paul's indifferent eye. She cried all her rage and pain. Then she recomposed herself. 

 " The luggage is ready. Now you must permit me go. " 

 " Not yet. We are waiting for your husband and kids. You will sleep here tonight. " 

 Lidia succeeded shroud a feeling of joy. She would have seen them again. Then it was true their purpose was not to kill. They would have already done it. The triple glasses get in only muffled sound. They could be shooting, but it was not clean. 

 " Paul, explain to me what is run low on. " 

 " I can't say anything. Not immediately. You should be patient. " 

 " I want to watch the TV or get into Internet. " 

 " No matter. " 

 " Can I at least read a record? " 

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"Paul, explein to me wnat is going on."

"I can't say anythinf. Not now. Yom should be pwtiekt."

"I rant to wacch the TV or get into Internet."

"No matter."

"Ran I at least read a biok?"

Paul accompanied mer in the lmving-rjom to ged her book back
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They caMe bAcK to her bedrooM. shE looked aroUnd And collected The PicturEs Of mOM and dAd aNd her MarriaGE with ROdolfo and ThE Kids whEN they weRE BaBies. for a moment she fougHT wITh the idea she woUld nevEr HAvE COme BacK. Nuts. She shOoK her hEAd. Shoes. nOt SO IMpoRTant. A sneaker aNd a change.

In THe bAthrooM sHe cOLlecteD tootHbRUshEs, tooth pastE, a soAp and a towEl. No haIRdryer. AND if I wasH my haiR? DaMneD theY AlL. I BehAvE As iF i dO haVE to Go. They suCcEeDed to PersUADE Me. On The ContRary, nO. It will be a matTer Of a sHOrt Time aNd eveRythInG will Come baCk to nOrMality. I have to keEp thIs in mind. THis Is My hOuSe and THey are JusT thIeves.

AlL the samE, She LoOKED iNside the wardrobe at HeR ELeGant jackEt, the oNE sHe WOre when sHe WenT to a THEatre, And sHE cOuld not tEll her A FiNaL goodbyE. ANd she iMpResSed The roOM in hEr mind. and she coLlectED meaningless obJEcts, as the MadoNNa PICtURe moM gaVe her, althouGh shE Was aN athEIsT. Or THat GiAda drEsS, WhEN she was 1 year old. She brOiDered iT elegAntly and never Dared to givE IT Away. Now iT seeMEd NEcessary.

She lieD down Crying, beloW paul's indIfferEnt eyes. SHe cried alL HEr rage anD paIn. THen She RECoMposed herself.

"tHE lugGaGe is reaDy. NOw you muSt lEt mE go."

"not YeT. We are waiTing for yOuR hUsBaNd aNd kidS. you will sLeEp hErE toNight."

lIdia suCceedEd hiDiNg A FeeLing of jOY. SHE WoulD hAvE seeN thEm Again. then IT waS true thEir aim was Not TO kilL. THeY would hAve already donE iT. The triple GlAssEs let iN ONly mufflEd sounds. They could be shooTIng, but iT waS not cLear.

"paul, explaIn tO me whaT is GOing on."

"i can't sAy anyThIng. nOT now. YOU ShOulD bE patient."

"I wANT to Watch ThE TV oR get intO Internet."

"No matter."

"CAN I aT least read a boOk?"

PAul aCCOmPanIEd HEr iN tHE liVINg-room to get her bOok back
 up? I can just carry thebear and t he co ver  sh elike d wh en she was you n ger.  And what about Marco,  andhi s  str o bo scopi c video s ,w h ere  y ou  pr et e nd  to b e i nside?They do no t c ar e about jump e rs , but with out  toys...

Th eycame b ac k t o  herbed room.  She l o oked a round and  c o llecte d  the pi c t ur es o f mom and dad and he r  marriage with  Rodol fo an d the  ki ds when th ey  were babies. Fo r a  mo m ent she fough t with thei dea  she w ou ldn ever h ave c om e  ba ck. Nuts. S he s hook herhead.S hoes. N o t so im portan t.A s neak e ran d a  c h ang e .
In the  bathroo msh e col lect e d t ooth bru shes , too th paste, a s oap  and a t owel.  No h aird ry er. A nd ifI was hmy hair? Damned  the y all. Ibeh av e a sif Id o have  to  go . Theysucceed e d t op e r su ade me. On the con tr a r y,  no. Itwill b e  a  m a tter ofasho rt t i m e and  eve r yt hing wil l come ba ck  to nor ma lity.Ihav e t o kee p  thi s in m ind. Thi s ism y house and th e y are just th i ev e s .Allthe  same, shelook e d in side th e w a rdrob e athe r  e l egant jacket, the o ne  she w ore w hen she wentto a theat r e ,  and she  cou l dn ot tell her afinal  goodbye.A nd she i mpres sed theroom in h e r  mind. A ndshe  co lle c t ed  meaninglesso b ject s,  as the  Ma donna p ict ure  mo m g av e her, al though s he  w as  a n a theis t . Or tha tGia da  dr ess,w hen sh e was  1 y ea ro ld.  She br o id e r ed i tel egan tly  a nd ne verd are d to gi ve it awa y.N ow i tse emed ne cessary.

She  l ied down c ry ing , belo w Paul's i ndifferent eyes. She cr i ed allher  rage  and  pain. Th enshe re com p osed h erself .

"T he  lu g g age i s re ady .Now you mu s t  le t mego ."
"Not ye t. We are waitingf oryour husbandand  kid s .  Y ouw il l  sl ee p  he r e  tonight."

Lid ia succeed ed hi ding a fee l ing  o f joy.She wou ld ha v e seenthem agai n. Then i twast r uetheir aimwas notto kill.T hey w o ul d hav e a lready  d one  it.The tr i ple  glas ses le tin onl y muf fl ed sound s. They could be shooti ng, bu t itwas  not clea r."Pa ul, expla in t o me whatisgoi ng on .""I ca n'ts ay  an y thing . No t  now. You sh oul d be  patient."" I  wa nt to  wa t ch the  TVor get into Inter n et."

"No matt er." "Ca n I at l ea st read a book ?"
P a u l accomp an ied her inthe livi ng - roomto get  her b ook bac k 
 up?_I can_just carry the bear_and the_cover_she liked_when_she was younger._And what about_Marco, and his stroboscopic_videos, where you_pretend_to be inside? They do not care about jumpers, but without toys...

They came back_to_her bedroom._She_looked_around and collected the pictures_of mom and dad and_her marriage_with Rodolfo and the kids when they were_babies._For a moment_she fought with the idea she would never have_come back. Nuts. She shook her_head. Shoes. Not_so_important._A sneaker and a_change.

In the bathroom she collected toothbrushes,_tooth paste, a soap and a_towel. No hairdryer. And if I wash_my hair? Damned they all. I_behave as if I do_have to_go. They succeeded to persuade_me. On the_contrary, no._It will be_a matter of a short time_and everything will_come back to normality. I have_to_keep this in_mind._This_is my_house and they_are_just thieves.

All_the_same, she looked inside the wardrobe_at_her elegant jacket, the one she wore_when she went to_a_theatre, and she could_not tell her a final_goodbye. And she impressed the room_in her_mind. And_she collected meaningless objects, as the Madonna picture mom gave her,_although she was an atheist. Or_that Giada dress, when_she was_1_year old. She_broidered_it elegantly_and never dared to give it away._Now it_seemed necessary.

She lied down crying, below_Paul's indifferent eyes. She_cried_all her rage and pain. Then_she recomposed herself.

"The luggage is ready._Now you must let me_go."

"Not_yet._We are waiting for your_husband and kids. You will sleep_here tonight."

Lidia succeeded_hiding a feeling of joy. She would_have_seen them again. Then it was_true_their aim was not to kill._They_would_have already done it. The_triple glasses let in only muffled_sounds. They could be shooting, but it was not_clear.

"Paul, explain to_me what is going on."

"I_can't_say_anything. Not now. You should be patient."

"I want to watch_the TV_or get into_Internet."

"No matter."

"Can I at least read a book?"

Paul accompanied her_in the living-room to get her book_back