THE CARD 'IDENTITY
One day Jack needed paper identity. He became great, and if he was not served until then, now would be indispensable.
- It's not a formality - they told him all. Just go to the city, asking what it takes to get it, obtain the necessary documents.
problems instead began immediately, with the photograph.
Instead of going by an expert photographer and liquidate all in five minutes, Jack, to save time and money, he thought to himself.
"I'll make the photos under the arcades of the square-timer, Mom" \u200b\u200b
"You're disheveled, first go to the barber, you can not put your card in a face identity disorder" said the mother.
Jack had a fight with the barber. A tagliarseli alone was not capable, but the fact is that he liked her hair a bit 'ruffled and above all he was annoyed that someone put his hands on his head, as if the search in the brain. Because it seemed that every time the barber tidying those bohemian curls with scissors, pruning that would work in his brain. In short, Jack was not a hippie, why bother very long hair, but had a kind of idiosyncrasy to the barber's chair, as is indeed very common. There was always reluctantly and rarely. Among other things, we had just left, not even two months, and had not nessun desiderio di ritornarci così presto.
E così borbottò che si sarebbe fatto una foto con i capelli che aveva, che non era che una formalità; ma in fondo sapeva che in quel momento non era molto decente e che bisognava pur darsi una sistematina e che la mamma non aveva poi tutti i torti.
Certo, lo scocciava prendere una decisione così eroica, come era per lui quella di andare dal barbiere, per la carta d’identità. Ma la madre insisteva e gli toccò cedere e s’infilò nel negozio del barbiere.
Quel giorno però c’era nell’aria un qualcosa di stuzzichino e doveva aver avuto influenza sull’appetito del barbiere.
Infatti, quando Giacomino si sedette, quello aveva almost stomach cramps, but could not stop for breakfast as well as individual civilians, but was forced to continue working, so he inquired in a thousand ways on how Jack wants his hair and when he knew well, he naturally his head, also urged by the pangs of his stomach, as if you were to eat Jack's hair with cappuccino.
The big trouble came when Jack, half cut, of course, told him he wanted a head suitable for an identity card and it was decided that for this to come to spend the money early.
The Barber became more strict, and there's nothing worse than a hungry barbershop and scrupulous: when you state your size scruples, and together makes you hungry and so angry exit from the store of course after the fact.
So Jack, who wanted to slightly modify the work of the barber, something that was almost always successful, was confronted with the fact that the occasion was special, that we must leave it to experts and so was unable to interfere in any way. He took a few timid attempts, but when I was about to open his mouth, immediately closed it to him and the barber was fortunate that he bit his tongue: it was necessary to make shampoo, head down, eyes closed. And was now at the mercy of the full barber, who, ever hungry, in wiping the head did not scruple to burn un pochino anche le orecchie, forse pensando ad una bistecca ai ferri.
Quando l’opera fu compiuta, era ormai troppo tardi per cambiarla.
Giacomino si guardò allo specchio e non si piacque subito. Ma abbozzò, pagò e salutò con un po’ di astio il suo barbiere.
Non ebbe il coraggio di farsi subito le foto, però!
Andò a casa.
“Toh, finalmente un bel taglio, chiaro ” fece la mamma.
“ Ma va, mi ha quasi rapato e non me ne sono accorto; ora debbo aspettare un po’ di giorni, che mi ricrescano, per le foto ” fece lui.
Non si piaceva così; la mamma invece insisteva perché se le facesse subito così, con i capelli corti.
a fight almost broke out on the subject, and immediately there was a consultation of the family, with my aunt Adele that of course was approached first.
The aunt was very wise, knew how to give balanced opinions on the mirrors and of course climbed to please both ways while saying nothing definite.
Father said timidly that if Jack was not going to have them now, they could also wait for the photos. And, coming and going, we got a quick reference.
recurrence of the problem of there in a fortnight.
Mama Jack 's ground most of the day: it was time to decide, then you could wait a lifetime for an identity card. Jack is just tolerated
a bit ', now that an inch of hair had slightly changed his image, but certainly still do not like it. His mother told him
but again that was not pleasure alone, but that was to please others.
But he was stubborn, he wanted to argue. The question seemed to light a simple question, but after a while 'had degenerated in tone and they were both literally rage.
"You can always make your head! "The mother repeated over and over.
"I can not always just what you say! "He replied.
not intended in any way and at that point my aunt Adele intervened and said it was not fair that he had clipped that guy in that way and that he still had to respect his mother, he spoke for his own good, etc. .. Aunt Adele was characteristic for his skilful assistance. He managed to convince everyone. As a young man had predispositions for politics.
"If it's time to take photos, which you must face the" father intervened, cutting short.
Sure, it was time. It seemed an affair of state, and it was only an identity card.
But Jack was an affair of state. And he began to think about going away from home and have it by himself, his identity card.
was just very nervous and at the bar, did not see George step on their feet. And so it did not take long for her characteristics are slightly modified from a black eye and a swollen lip.
And there was therefore a new reference rather prolonged.
When, some months later, he was relieved the problem, Jack, who in the meantime had grown a beard of a few grams, objected that his identity card would be made if and when he wanted the image more pleasing to him .
There was much discussion.
And when you went to a university if he did, finally, not that there were many problems.
After 20 years, here it is again, now married, my father, who has lost his identity card and must rifarsela. And his wife advised him to go to the barber.
He smiles, perhaps because of some memory, or perhaps because, while there is someone you should go to the barber without knowing how many problems can arise, it is to smile.
But perhaps because in the end he smiles like a good advice.
But now the problem has become a bit more complicated.
It is no longer the hair, because Jack has lost a lot, even if it persists with a series of desperate attempts to cover the lighter areas. He also made several attempts at treatment but the results were still under discussion. The Barber continues to promise miracles. The trouble is that the barber has become almost completely bald and no one believes him anymore.
But it is not hair, said.
The problem is more professional, and when you go to work, everyone understands that we are talking about shaving.
Why Jack is uncertain whether or not cut it for the photo.
During the holidays if you made it grow a beard and is just a professional.
In fact, if his beard had grown completely only once, when everyone had begun to call him an engineer, that is, two months before graduating. When, now sure of himself, had fired the title to the four winds and a beard.
Then, slowly, he had cut beard and gently as the title. Yes, because being called the engineer had begun to annoy some years.
As an undergraduate, like every person in a way, threw himself on teaching. Requests for substitutions, a competition.
had begun between a project and the other, but the trouble was that the projects were still his, that he did not relate to others. Customers, work, work. Projects and do things well. The trouble is that he could not get them out of his head.
It's not that they communicate, or rather, perhaps he was talking so much that someone had just tired of listening to them.
But the fact is that the work did not come, even customers professional activity was the most important tennis, used to maintain a good public relations in the tennis club (you have to say that the court was soon abandoned because of its high cost and lack of profitability). So
teaching, reluctantly, the other between a yawn and a discussion of the students-continuing complaint among colleagues.
But in teaching, as everyone knows, there is the question of the role and score. So, between a job and a temporary substitute, was still hoping to become the role, until one day he began to respond to newspaper ads.
And so he discovered that a number of possibilities opened wide the sales.
two years had left teaching and became an official business (so they said) of a scientific society of electrical equipment.
And so, in the summer, he had grown a beard. He had first grown for two days, then we had thought deeply about and decided.
But he had vowed not to be swayed this time by the judgments of others. And, in fact, so far he had succeeded.
The beard was there, thick, others had accepted it, had resumed its activities in full, was new to everybody that she spent much something new in your reports. But
he was not at the bottom to keep it safe and had not yet accepted fully. And then there was his wife, who after initially opposed and soon encouraged, eventually decided to take sides between the opposites.
did not say much, but every now and was making faces very significant. And this of course made him more and more obstinate in his decision to keep it, the beard.
However, when his wife was those faces, Jack was cornered.
was a fact more or less conscious, but just from those faces he knew he did not have many easy choices. And that the choices were few like.
He knew that mouth disguised as a slightly crooked smile. And when he saw her worried, because he realized did not have much time to establish its position. More than the fact of having to battle any with his wife, it was concerned that the face did not give him the time necessary for a balanced and well-considered decision, it took forever for him a bit 'of time, and more There was more and was acceptable.
But when they began pulling faces, he realized that the time had almost expired, and this made him nervous.
And it was more than a week that was now cornered.
And so Jack is stuck in the barber shop. It came out without a beard.
Gianni was the first to meet him. Jack greeted him cordially, but soon began to instinctively hide the chin, and hastened the speech in the hope that he is asked why he had shaved off his beard. Also because it would be difficult to explain.
Gianni began to talk about his work and then asked him when news of his family, he returned to the calling itself.
They said goodbye and only then Jack realized that the other had not just realized that he had shaved off his beard, although the first three times he had been the subject of a thorough conversation with him. Or perhaps he had failed to ask.
But entering the front door and meeting with the lady of the fifth floor confirmed the fact that his beard was almost unnoticed, so that he thought that his wife probably would not have noticed.
"Let it rest, guys, is sleeping!"
Grandpa dozed in a chair a little 'frayed, his head dropped on one side and that moved to every deep breath, and what did seem slightly agitated whenever he said "No". Yes, because that seemed to end its movement in a rejection of anything, seemed to be saying that it was true that he slept, he was awake and well presented.
So much so that the grandchildren often amused, asking him something before the head movement.
"You have robbed the bank, Grandpa? Eh? "And he did his head no.
"Have you smoked in secret, is not it, Grandpa?" And he always no, dry, as if the dialogue was real. So that left uncertain the boys, who was taking them around him, and the game was interrupted.
My grandfather had his white hair at the temples, rather thick near the ears, but his face had expanded its space on the shrine, leaving him naked and unarmed at the top.
But, on the other hand, a fine mustache, mustache lords.
and grandfather rested. And the mustache gave him an air of austerity.
Grandpa but he had never done take a picture, since he had a mustache. There were so many years now, and there was no line.
At the table, the daughter he said calmly that everything was ready for him to be accepted in the nursing home Villa Serena and missing only one of his recent photo for his ID, because the picture many years ago were not acceptable.
To which he nodded, and replied calmly that were not acceptable if you could not do, because if those documents were, that was him.
"But, Daddy, you were so, but now you're different," insisted her daughter.
"It is true, but I'm still the same."
My grandfather was very good at dialogue of the deaf.
He understood perfectly well that it took the photo, but he, the photo would have done if he wanted.
So it was decided to organize a family gathering. One could not escape the target would be, even unwillingly, forced.
It was the big day. They came all. It was also the cousin of his grandfather. And they began to joke.
And when they were at the table, the more beautiful, here there's nephew traitor ready to take a nice family photo. But my grandfather began to rant, he did not want to be portrayed, who wanted to force a betrayal, and then burst into a desperate cry.
crying, crying his grandfather and the quiet atmosphere was broken as if by magic.
"Why are you doing up, it's nothing!"
"No, I'll ,.......... the photo above, but when my mustache will
..........." "But what must be, these blessed mustache?"
"How I want them!"
"How?"
"As two wings, donkeys, like two wings! "
mustache of his grandfather were full, thick, arrived in mid-cheek to bend slightly upwards.
"But I already have two wings, two large white wings, Dad," was his daughter.
"You do not understand anything," said the grandfather, who stood up to leave.
"It means that you do not make the picture" said the daughter.
The grandfather looked at her, as queries, then cheered as he said quietly: "Well, for that matter, I'm going to write a system and do, these photos blessed!" leaving everyone a bit 'surprised.
He went to his room.
She looked in the mirror. Better curled mustache, a little 'more right. Then he returned and sat.
But his grandfather was right. Those photos with the curly mustache as best were not worth the appearance with severe and jovial after a few months he had with two men mustache Vittorio Emanuele, the day of his death.
And those two big white mustache looked like two wings, two wings on her face. As he had said.
My grandfather had a long face and a little ' emaciated, with eyes deep blacks, a nose a little 'crooked her hair, all white at the temples, which fit perfectly with the mustache that seemed to go as two ways to follow them.
And that mustache gave an impetus to the face, as an invitation to fly.
He said as two wings, and it was true.
looked like two wings, perhaps because he wore a different expression on the face, which was altogether lighter.
was as if his mustache a bit betrayed 'the original.
The mustache is more severe and generally weighted image.
But the face of his grandfather he was relieved, and they were the wings for his smile, it was stated underneath. Del
Grandpa's been given that image, but he had his good reasons to expect it.
And, if it was taken over later, was best expressed his personality and his desire to fly close encounter light to something, meet someone, meet life, to his death.
One day Jack needed paper identity. He became great, and if he was not served until then, now would be indispensable.
- It's not a formality - they told him all. Just go to the city, asking what it takes to get it, obtain the necessary documents.
problems instead began immediately, with the photograph.
Instead of going by an expert photographer and liquidate all in five minutes, Jack, to save time and money, he thought to himself.
"I'll make the photos under the arcades of the square-timer, Mom" \u200b\u200b
"You're disheveled, first go to the barber, you can not put your card in a face identity disorder" said the mother.
Jack had a fight with the barber. A tagliarseli alone was not capable, but the fact is that he liked her hair a bit 'ruffled and above all he was annoyed that someone put his hands on his head, as if the search in the brain. Because it seemed that every time the barber tidying those bohemian curls with scissors, pruning that would work in his brain. In short, Jack was not a hippie, why bother very long hair, but had a kind of idiosyncrasy to the barber's chair, as is indeed very common. There was always reluctantly and rarely. Among other things, we had just left, not even two months, and had not nessun desiderio di ritornarci così presto.
E così borbottò che si sarebbe fatto una foto con i capelli che aveva, che non era che una formalità; ma in fondo sapeva che in quel momento non era molto decente e che bisognava pur darsi una sistematina e che la mamma non aveva poi tutti i torti.
Certo, lo scocciava prendere una decisione così eroica, come era per lui quella di andare dal barbiere, per la carta d’identità. Ma la madre insisteva e gli toccò cedere e s’infilò nel negozio del barbiere.
Quel giorno però c’era nell’aria un qualcosa di stuzzichino e doveva aver avuto influenza sull’appetito del barbiere.
Infatti, quando Giacomino si sedette, quello aveva almost stomach cramps, but could not stop for breakfast as well as individual civilians, but was forced to continue working, so he inquired in a thousand ways on how Jack wants his hair and when he knew well, he naturally his head, also urged by the pangs of his stomach, as if you were to eat Jack's hair with cappuccino.
The big trouble came when Jack, half cut, of course, told him he wanted a head suitable for an identity card and it was decided that for this to come to spend the money early.
The Barber became more strict, and there's nothing worse than a hungry barbershop and scrupulous: when you state your size scruples, and together makes you hungry and so angry exit from the store of course after the fact.
So Jack, who wanted to slightly modify the work of the barber, something that was almost always successful, was confronted with the fact that the occasion was special, that we must leave it to experts and so was unable to interfere in any way. He took a few timid attempts, but when I was about to open his mouth, immediately closed it to him and the barber was fortunate that he bit his tongue: it was necessary to make shampoo, head down, eyes closed. And was now at the mercy of the full barber, who, ever hungry, in wiping the head did not scruple to burn un pochino anche le orecchie, forse pensando ad una bistecca ai ferri.
Quando l’opera fu compiuta, era ormai troppo tardi per cambiarla.
Giacomino si guardò allo specchio e non si piacque subito. Ma abbozzò, pagò e salutò con un po’ di astio il suo barbiere.
Non ebbe il coraggio di farsi subito le foto, però!
Andò a casa.
“Toh, finalmente un bel taglio, chiaro ” fece la mamma.
“ Ma va, mi ha quasi rapato e non me ne sono accorto; ora debbo aspettare un po’ di giorni, che mi ricrescano, per le foto ” fece lui.
Non si piaceva così; la mamma invece insisteva perché se le facesse subito così, con i capelli corti.
a fight almost broke out on the subject, and immediately there was a consultation of the family, with my aunt Adele that of course was approached first.
The aunt was very wise, knew how to give balanced opinions on the mirrors and of course climbed to please both ways while saying nothing definite.
Father said timidly that if Jack was not going to have them now, they could also wait for the photos. And, coming and going, we got a quick reference.
recurrence of the problem of there in a fortnight.
Mama Jack 's ground most of the day: it was time to decide, then you could wait a lifetime for an identity card. Jack is just tolerated
a bit ', now that an inch of hair had slightly changed his image, but certainly still do not like it. His mother told him
but again that was not pleasure alone, but that was to please others.
But he was stubborn, he wanted to argue. The question seemed to light a simple question, but after a while 'had degenerated in tone and they were both literally rage.
"You can always make your head! "The mother repeated over and over.
"I can not always just what you say! "He replied.
not intended in any way and at that point my aunt Adele intervened and said it was not fair that he had clipped that guy in that way and that he still had to respect his mother, he spoke for his own good, etc. .. Aunt Adele was characteristic for his skilful assistance. He managed to convince everyone. As a young man had predispositions for politics.
"If it's time to take photos, which you must face the" father intervened, cutting short.
Sure, it was time. It seemed an affair of state, and it was only an identity card.
But Jack was an affair of state. And he began to think about going away from home and have it by himself, his identity card.
was just very nervous and at the bar, did not see George step on their feet. And so it did not take long for her characteristics are slightly modified from a black eye and a swollen lip.
And there was therefore a new reference rather prolonged.
When, some months later, he was relieved the problem, Jack, who in the meantime had grown a beard of a few grams, objected that his identity card would be made if and when he wanted the image more pleasing to him .
There was much discussion.
And when you went to a university if he did, finally, not that there were many problems.
After 20 years, here it is again, now married, my father, who has lost his identity card and must rifarsela. And his wife advised him to go to the barber.
He smiles, perhaps because of some memory, or perhaps because, while there is someone you should go to the barber without knowing how many problems can arise, it is to smile.
But perhaps because in the end he smiles like a good advice.
But now the problem has become a bit more complicated.
It is no longer the hair, because Jack has lost a lot, even if it persists with a series of desperate attempts to cover the lighter areas. He also made several attempts at treatment but the results were still under discussion. The Barber continues to promise miracles. The trouble is that the barber has become almost completely bald and no one believes him anymore.
But it is not hair, said.
The problem is more professional, and when you go to work, everyone understands that we are talking about shaving.
Why Jack is uncertain whether or not cut it for the photo.
During the holidays if you made it grow a beard and is just a professional.
In fact, if his beard had grown completely only once, when everyone had begun to call him an engineer, that is, two months before graduating. When, now sure of himself, had fired the title to the four winds and a beard.
Then, slowly, he had cut beard and gently as the title. Yes, because being called the engineer had begun to annoy some years.
As an undergraduate, like every person in a way, threw himself on teaching. Requests for substitutions, a competition.
had begun between a project and the other, but the trouble was that the projects were still his, that he did not relate to others. Customers, work, work. Projects and do things well. The trouble is that he could not get them out of his head.
It's not that they communicate, or rather, perhaps he was talking so much that someone had just tired of listening to them.
But the fact is that the work did not come, even customers professional activity was the most important tennis, used to maintain a good public relations in the tennis club (you have to say that the court was soon abandoned because of its high cost and lack of profitability). So
teaching, reluctantly, the other between a yawn and a discussion of the students-continuing complaint among colleagues.
But in teaching, as everyone knows, there is the question of the role and score. So, between a job and a temporary substitute, was still hoping to become the role, until one day he began to respond to newspaper ads.
And so he discovered that a number of possibilities opened wide the sales.
two years had left teaching and became an official business (so they said) of a scientific society of electrical equipment.
And so, in the summer, he had grown a beard. He had first grown for two days, then we had thought deeply about and decided.
But he had vowed not to be swayed this time by the judgments of others. And, in fact, so far he had succeeded.
The beard was there, thick, others had accepted it, had resumed its activities in full, was new to everybody that she spent much something new in your reports. But
he was not at the bottom to keep it safe and had not yet accepted fully. And then there was his wife, who after initially opposed and soon encouraged, eventually decided to take sides between the opposites.
did not say much, but every now and was making faces very significant. And this of course made him more and more obstinate in his decision to keep it, the beard.
However, when his wife was those faces, Jack was cornered.
was a fact more or less conscious, but just from those faces he knew he did not have many easy choices. And that the choices were few like.
He knew that mouth disguised as a slightly crooked smile. And when he saw her worried, because he realized did not have much time to establish its position. More than the fact of having to battle any with his wife, it was concerned that the face did not give him the time necessary for a balanced and well-considered decision, it took forever for him a bit 'of time, and more There was more and was acceptable.
But when they began pulling faces, he realized that the time had almost expired, and this made him nervous.
And it was more than a week that was now cornered.
And so Jack is stuck in the barber shop. It came out without a beard.
Gianni was the first to meet him. Jack greeted him cordially, but soon began to instinctively hide the chin, and hastened the speech in the hope that he is asked why he had shaved off his beard. Also because it would be difficult to explain.
Gianni began to talk about his work and then asked him when news of his family, he returned to the calling itself.
They said goodbye and only then Jack realized that the other had not just realized that he had shaved off his beard, although the first three times he had been the subject of a thorough conversation with him. Or perhaps he had failed to ask.
But entering the front door and meeting with the lady of the fifth floor confirmed the fact that his beard was almost unnoticed, so that he thought that his wife probably would not have noticed.
"Let it rest, guys, is sleeping!"
Grandpa dozed in a chair a little 'frayed, his head dropped on one side and that moved to every deep breath, and what did seem slightly agitated whenever he said "No". Yes, because that seemed to end its movement in a rejection of anything, seemed to be saying that it was true that he slept, he was awake and well presented.
So much so that the grandchildren often amused, asking him something before the head movement.
"You have robbed the bank, Grandpa? Eh? "And he did his head no.
"Have you smoked in secret, is not it, Grandpa?" And he always no, dry, as if the dialogue was real. So that left uncertain the boys, who was taking them around him, and the game was interrupted.
My grandfather had his white hair at the temples, rather thick near the ears, but his face had expanded its space on the shrine, leaving him naked and unarmed at the top.
But, on the other hand, a fine mustache, mustache lords.
and grandfather rested. And the mustache gave him an air of austerity.
Grandpa but he had never done take a picture, since he had a mustache. There were so many years now, and there was no line.
At the table, the daughter he said calmly that everything was ready for him to be accepted in the nursing home Villa Serena and missing only one of his recent photo for his ID, because the picture many years ago were not acceptable.
To which he nodded, and replied calmly that were not acceptable if you could not do, because if those documents were, that was him.
"But, Daddy, you were so, but now you're different," insisted her daughter.
"It is true, but I'm still the same."
My grandfather was very good at dialogue of the deaf.
He understood perfectly well that it took the photo, but he, the photo would have done if he wanted.
So it was decided to organize a family gathering. One could not escape the target would be, even unwillingly, forced.
It was the big day. They came all. It was also the cousin of his grandfather. And they began to joke.
And when they were at the table, the more beautiful, here there's nephew traitor ready to take a nice family photo. But my grandfather began to rant, he did not want to be portrayed, who wanted to force a betrayal, and then burst into a desperate cry.
crying, crying his grandfather and the quiet atmosphere was broken as if by magic.
"Why are you doing up, it's nothing!"
"No, I'll ,.......... the photo above, but when my mustache will
..........." "But what must be, these blessed mustache?"
"How I want them!"
"How?"
"As two wings, donkeys, like two wings! "
mustache of his grandfather were full, thick, arrived in mid-cheek to bend slightly upwards.
"But I already have two wings, two large white wings, Dad," was his daughter.
"You do not understand anything," said the grandfather, who stood up to leave.
"It means that you do not make the picture" said the daughter.
The grandfather looked at her, as queries, then cheered as he said quietly: "Well, for that matter, I'm going to write a system and do, these photos blessed!" leaving everyone a bit 'surprised.
He went to his room.
She looked in the mirror. Better curled mustache, a little 'more right. Then he returned and sat.
But his grandfather was right. Those photos with the curly mustache as best were not worth the appearance with severe and jovial after a few months he had with two men mustache Vittorio Emanuele, the day of his death.
And those two big white mustache looked like two wings, two wings on her face. As he had said.
My grandfather had a long face and a little ' emaciated, with eyes deep blacks, a nose a little 'crooked her hair, all white at the temples, which fit perfectly with the mustache that seemed to go as two ways to follow them.
And that mustache gave an impetus to the face, as an invitation to fly.
He said as two wings, and it was true.
looked like two wings, perhaps because he wore a different expression on the face, which was altogether lighter.
was as if his mustache a bit betrayed 'the original.
The mustache is more severe and generally weighted image.
But the face of his grandfather he was relieved, and they were the wings for his smile, it was stated underneath. Del
Grandpa's been given that image, but he had his good reasons to expect it.
And, if it was taken over later, was best expressed his personality and his desire to fly close encounter light to something, meet someone, meet life, to his death.
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