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PROLOGUE

Today Rebecca was born.
I'm so excited, ecstatic, shocked, that every small gesture of my wife and child seem totally unrealistic. I look around and it is as if I was not really me to see, as if those were not my eyes or my hands, my legs. Never experienced such a feeling.
Now she exists, was made flesh and bones, I can smell, touch, hear people cry, look in every subtle change that will suffer every day. Not only is the fruit of our imagination or that swelling in the belly of shapeless Cristina. That image is no longer inanimate, that assembly in our minds with pieces selected at random or deliberately. Now we can keep her in his arms, look after her, feeding her, choose the best for her. We love it, in fact. Even
Cristina, my wife, has many plans for our little girl, just like me. We want the best, the best for her, we want everything to be perfect, so that life becomes easy for Rebecca, with less pain as possible, with less frustration as possible. We think about these things, we do not want to leave no stone unturned, to random for you. The bad influences of this world today are endless and we want to be careful, keep the small room in a safe, secure, where there are only good things and easily accessible.
I'll be a wise father. No escape me, I'm sure, because love is exactly that, and that's what I want for my daughter.



AFTERWARDS ... ..

's past the first month. We are tired: Rebecca has slept little and nothing at night, or at least, has always woken up several times. But my wife and I are happy to make sacrifices for her, tired of being in his place, to sing songs every time he opens his eyes. Because every time he opens his eyes must realize that his parents are real, and live to make things easier.
Last night made us worry: she woke up and began to cry even though we were there like every night, in front of her and beside her. We sang, the string, the cradle, but she just would not stop crying. I do not understand. We try to surround them with love and affection as much as possible, so I can not really understand why you have behaved well last night.
It's not that they have a fever? Oh, maybe you have a fever!
I got distracted. There. It was not a good father. I have not been realized. I had to clean the third time all things at home, the stroller, clothes. These microbes lurk everywhere and I got distracted. I do not know when, but it happened.
How to remedy this error?
Should I have a fever instead her ....

STILL AFTER ....

Rebecca continues to grow and we do not lose a moment to be with her. Cristina has just stopped working, I have reduced my working hours (I own a printing press with a few employees) and just run home to my ex-beloved child.
My wife is continuing to breastfeed and that I can be happy. So you could say that everything is perfect.
Yet the child cries more often. E 'agitated, seems to wriggle. So this makes me think that something is wrong inside her.
fever is not. So what will it be? Lately
'm protecting even more than usual, is beginning to crawl and then follow her everywhere and keeps it from getting hurt, getting dirty, getting too close to other children when we are at the park under the house.
I do not want to lose sight of anything, I must not fail.
I also try to carry it in places where the air is as clean as possible: we live in open country, I do not want to breathe the air of Rebecca in the city, so we decided not to. Yet this seems increasingly polluted sky, damn.
Sometimes I think if I could breathe for him ... ...

EVEN BETTER 'AFTER TIME ... ...

The pediatrician at the last meeting, has informed us that it is time to svezzare la bambina: cioè niente più latte dal seno materno, ma dovremmo introdurre pappe o cibo triturato.
Io non ho mai sopportato i pediatri: pensano di poter dare delle regole pre-confezionate, ma i bambini non sono tutti uguali. Chi può conoscere mia figlia meglio di me e mia moglie?

Avevo ragione: non era questo il momento di svezzare Rebecca.
Da quando le abbiamo introdotto questa nuova alimentazione ha cominciato ad avere dei piccoli disturbi di pancia, oltre al continuo piagnucolare.
Prima non era mai successo. Quindi adesso mi sembra di non capire più se sia colpa di qualche microbo o del cibo. Come posso controllare le cose in questo modo?
I bambini hanno bisogno di equilibrio, mia figlia soprattutto. So why make changes? It seemed, in fact, unnecessary and dangerous. Now I can not go back ...

EPILOGUE

It 's been some time and Rebecca continues to be restless. Indeed, it is more and more. Sometimes it seems to have the attacks of hysteria. But of course you can not use that word for a child so small.
So I decided to leave management in the printer so you can spend every moment of my day with her, never leave, never lose sight of. This can not do that well. And 'as if he felt completely monitored and you will not run any risk. It will calm down.
However we are increasingly convinced that the food gets hurt. We evaluated several solutions, but that there appeared to be more congenial and replace her in the least. Not being able to breathe or get sick for him in his place, I decided that at least I can eat it for him. In this way I will avoid stomach pains, colic, agitation and suffering. I'll be a good father as well.
We started a few days and things are looking a bit 'better, Rebecca continued to cry but after I got food for him calmed down and, incredibly, he falls asleep in his bed. It 's a bit thin, but this can not do that well, so should not submit to the great suffering of the diets.
I want to continue like that, I think it is the right way.
... ... ... ... ... ...
"Cristina, I am going to wake up this morning ... I wonder why Rebecca has not been felt yet, it is becoming a sleeper! Cristina ... ... ... the child does not wake up, not moving any more, why? What happened to you? Cristina does not move ... will cease to exist ... what could have happened?? "

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II - The Long Flight

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.




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