I. ***
"A powerful Honda 'Enduro Africa Twin'da
detaches from the long row of cars on the road in columns. With an elegant maneuver
enters the small square located next to the main square
stopping next to the first of three
large concrete planters.
are hexagonal and white, and their candor contrasts with the gray pavement
reddish porphyry of the underlying.
There are also some tall palm trees.
The man driving parked carefully being careful to keep
the front wheel facing the state.
Only when it is satisfied with the position laid
both feet on the ground and off the bike but do not remove the key from the picture.
Sitting behind him a second man with athletic body.
Porta a strange hat on his head and white, close in
right hand, a large travel bag.
Nobody seems to care for him or the bike or the rider to guide
wearing a helmet which does not allow
dark visor to see his face, nor that the two wearing white latex gloves
.
The first out is the man sitting behind.
For a moment he stops next to the bike and exchanged a quick glance and a rapid
imperceptible nod of the head with
who is driving.
The man in the helmet positioned on the Honda stand and watch the second
saw down the bag and go with a slow but determined to
jewelry at the edge of the square.
Where are they located approximately eight meters and is still one
a souvenir shop and a cafe whose outdoor tables are
crowded with people busy for a drink and chat. Nobody seems to notice the two
. Not the people sitting at the bar or the occupants of cars
in columns on the road and even the tourists
at that time filled the small square.
joint just steps from the front door open at that time,
man for a moment seems almost unsure of what to do. But it is only
a moment and its not indecision.
trying to sound indifferent, casts a quick look left and right, and when
certainly not be observed, with one quick gesture falls on
face the strange white headdress that turns out to be a network for
medicines.
At the same time puts a hand under his shirt
summer light in the darkness and quickly disappears through the door.
Only then will the man driving off the bike.
For some moments seems to stop waiting for something.
Nervously looking around.
The sun low on the horizon and the light clothing of the people around him
indicate the time of the afternoon and late summer, while
to his left, across the street and the long column of cars, the deep blue waters and
on the other side the slopes of Mount Baldo, reveal
as they are on the banks of a lake, to be precise
on Lake Garda.
A couple of tourists in their fifties, and looking clothing
almost certainly German, the next pass, slowing almost to a halt since
, they turn around to observe it and then shoot
typical pace of vacationers bored. It's nothing. Probably
had been intrigued by the strange man stopped
under the sun with a helmet on his head, however, behind the dark visor, two cold eyes
blacks, carefully observe their every move. And
continue to follow them in their walk until they disappear
among dozens of other guests who filled the square.
Despite the aloof, before their interest to show
quiet, pretending to unfasten the chin strap
without removing the helmet.
... and some great drops of sweat from his brow began to colargli.
One more look, the last one, aimed at the people around him and
, grabbed the bag left on the ground next door to the bike, in
takes time to head for the door of the jewelry
where only moments before had disappeared the his accomplice.
come just two steps, feeling stifled a scream and the sound of a scuffle
come from within, it stops.
... more drops of sweat from his forehead. Nervous
launches another look around him to check
that none of the many passers-by have heard or is aware that something
strange is happening.
Everything seems calm but inside the jewelry come
other noises.
again and with increasing nervousness looks around.
... and the drops of sweat are increasing the proliferation of
heart beats.
Even these are ignored, but is clearly worried by what is
hearing. However, it can no longer delay or hesitation, there is a job waiting for him
over that port.
grip on the power of the purse handles, makes the final steps and disappears
swallowed by darkness.
But something has gone as it should. Entering
should have found the goldsmith pinned to the ground,
however, almost collides with an accomplice in hasty flight. It is a moment.
With one arm the blocks, racing covers the few meters separating it from the jeweler
stop next to the counter, and rage against the
pounced.
The goldsmith, not at all intimidated and as was done with the first robber,
and reacts between the two comes a violent scuffle. Cries, noises
exhibitors upset, swearing, punching, kicking, fighting
becomes increasingly bloody but neither is willing to give.
... the jeweler is fighting to defend himself and his life's work.
... the robber to carry out the coup, but even more to avoid being
overpowered and arrested.
The man standing in the doorway appears undecided on what to do. But these short-term
of indecision. Realizing that
called by the commotion, some people were approaching, bringing
to intimidate, a Beretta and yells at 7.65
accomplice still trying to fight to drop everything and go.
"Come, come, come on, come on" he shouts.
tone betrays all his nervousness and concern
to remain locked inside the store from which they could then more
escape. The look is a continuous shift from curious people who are
increasingly curious neighbors and the two men still intent on fighting.
She wants to escape, run away, but does not move. Only when the
also her partner at that point aware of how the coup has failed,
abandon the struggle and retraces his steps to leave his position
and heads for the bike.
them around, seeing the two men out of the race
firearm in the hands of the first, you dodge
astonished wondering if what they're seeing is real or if the contrary can be found at the scene of a film set
.
Only now that I'm out jewelry and a few steps from the bike
the robbers seem to have regained control of the nerves.
even the people who had moved in their path and now surrounds them as almost
seems to encircle them intimidate.
not really constitute a danger and in fact you even tend. The coup failed
and their only interest is to flee.
reached the Honda, the first robber, who was the same
driving when they arrived, climbs: and at the same instant
hear the deafening blow of a sparo.Ma is too busy trying to start the
motion to realize this. Not the accomplice, who heard the shot
runs to hide behind the trunk of the palm more
nearby.
Still unaware of what happens in that moment
to his shoulders, the man with the helmet goes on, in a frenzy in an attempt to turn
the medium: no use. In the heat and excitement of the moment,
forgot how that model has the power
connected to the tripod, and while this is not withdrawn, he could never
accendersi.Ma too excited and nervous to remember what that little
particularly important, and if even if he were recalled
, now it's too late.
The jeweler joins him, and was given the opportunity, rather than shoot
tries to stop him hitting him on the helmet with the butt of his gun
. Achieved for two, three or maybe four violent blows,
man, still stubbornly continues undaunted and unnecessarily
to turn the key ignition. But the blows on the helmet
stun him slightly off parts of the already low
clarity, and perhaps because of this does not hear the shots that follow.
Four to be precise, exploded in quick succession by his accomplice
.
The second man, after finding cover behind the trunk of the palm
closer, while noting the attack, initially did not react, but
seeing her boyfriend in trouble, or perhaps taken from
fear involved shooting. "
-A large number of people were approaching, and certainly
someone was already calling the police. So if you wanted
able to escape, could not miss even a single second. "
More or less this should have thought before you shoot.
But the man at the helm, without hearing the shots, behind
that something had happened by the people understand, at least from
that was not already running away, screaming that it takes to flee in all directions
. Surprised by the yelling and the general flight and wondering what was going
turns ... and a look of terror and fear and dismay
you draw the face obscured by dark helmet visor
.
A few meters from the jeweler he lies on the ground in agony. "
*** I wake with a start with the heart gone mad and difficulty breathing
-gerous as I had over for hours.
eyed look at nothing and a scream echoes in the air, the
mine.
... and big drops of sweat from his forehead, following the profile of
face, neck, go to die absorbed by the foam cushion.
remain motionless for some moments wrapped in the silence of the night listening to my
same breath, I'm shaking. Maybe, I'm not sure
also externally.
The tremor that I feel comes from within. Perhaps from my mind or the mind
do not know, or more likely it is all my self
to shake. In
head still seem to echo those four shots, and cries
of terror and fear of people fleeing. And in his eyes, the image of the man
, the jeweler shot dead, I get more vivid and real than ever
.
I sit in the darkened room lit only by streetlights
light that filters through the window, and almost with a sigh of relief
I realize how it was only a dream, a horrible nightmare
.
I cried with happiness and not just with the mind, but svegliatomi
of all, I notice how the light from outside, reflecting on the big wall
bars that are at the window.
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