I - II
Now, I say, it is one thing if you ate the night before heavy - then you deserve to have bad dreams and a restless night - it is one thing to have a nightmare so vivid and real that you do on the FIFA and you think everything is really happening .
I open my eyes. I expect to be in the safety of my bed, my room. The plane, the old, the syringe, the pheasant flying ... nothing but a bad dream.
I look around anxiously. Unfortunately, my fear is confirmed: as expected, are always by my side on the plane and the centuries-old a bit 'struck me watching with great interest.
"A good night's sleep, eh?"
What the fuck is going on?
"We there yet?"
"We do not. The journey is still long. He did. And 'here. Matter of minutes. "
" What? "
I acted in my place and I wonder if it is possible that the victim of an organization of Russian spies who kidnapped me in the air because he wants to steal the secret of eternal youth.
"Listen," I say impatiently, "what's wrong here? He saw what she did me the hostess? "
" That was necessary. It was for his own good. At the next communion antiphon not hear hardly anything. "
I am so thrilled that I have even more excitement I carry in during air travel. But then how long is this flight? I was going ... where was I going? I have a bit 'of confusion in the head, I do not understand anything.
"Excuse me, but where are we headed?"
The old woman laughs. It 's a laugh greasy taste. Apparently he made a joke really funny. I see the businessman close to holding back her laughter.
At that moment it happens again. The plane begins to plummet once again fell to the peak. We're crashing to earth at the speed of light, but the people around me do not bat an eye and smile. Then I realize that I'm not reacting at all. I strive to take looked worried and also try to open my mouth to scream, but I feel my lips stretch into a blissful smile and a great peace in my body winds. I must admit that I have never been better.
The plane settles down and everything seems back to normal.
"I told you it takes a little getting used to. The communion antiphons have a good time, no? "
" Madam, what he's talking about? "
The old woman nods for me to look outside. I reach over her head toward the window and then see them again. Will be ten or more. Completely surround the wings of the plane. They are birds that I saw before losing consciousness. They have a stocky body that looks like a cylinder almost perfect. The legs are those of a duck, but the head and neck are part of a pheasant. Plus they have huge wings flapping together as if they were to be synchronized to the second to allow the aircraft to fly.
"What animals are they?"
"Those are the idrofagiani."
This is too much. I throw a pinch as you do in the movies or cartoons to see if I'm dreaming. But I do not wake up. Whatever is going through is real.
I'm afraid to ask for further explanation. There is no need, because suddenly my neighbor's place seems to have a great desire to talk.
"are his pets. Are not cute? "
" His whom? "
" But the king falls. "
Well, now I have confirmation that the old lady is totally gone. What the hell is he saying?
And in that moment happens. Again, the plane seems to fall on deaf ears. I smile and placid appearance that the situation will stabilize again, but this time something new and unexpected happens.
aircraft lights go out, people around seem to be quiet, and in fact even I feel like a feeling of wellbeing. Then the door of the cockpit opens and He is there in all its horror.
I've always thought of as represented classical iconography. It is in fact proprio così: le corna taurine, gli zoccoli al posto dei piedi, le ali di pipistrello, il corpo completamente rosso e un vago di odore di zolfo che lo accompagna.
Lo chiamassero pure Re delle Cadute, ma io mi trovo davanti al Diavolo.
[continua...]
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