While a voice says: it's closing time, the customers are kindly invited to exit. The lights are wound down, she exits. The city is grey outside, the public square is empty, the church armored from a gate, you cannot sit down anymore on the steps, God perhaps goes around with a bulletproof vest, Alice thinks. And she thinks that maybe this evening she will have to sleep to the station, she will not be able to resist that cold, she will not be able to go ahead, but you speak about courage and grit and dignity to me, I'm only a meter and sixty-two for forty-seven kilos, how can I andle the squeak of the world and the shouts of the dead men and the false rock and the chill and the hunger, the oyster eaters and the benevolent dealers...
I have not made the '68 the '77' one and maybe I will not even make the 2008.
I need an angel.
Otherwise, I do not know how to do.

Stefano Benni

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