3. You give to remember.
Saturday October 13 th. The black sky above our heads didn't promise anything of good person, even if of fact didn't rain.
We are found again there, after telephone accord, in front of the front door of villa Innocentini where Mark would have received relatives and friends before the ceremony.
Despite they had been living by now together for months, Simona had insisted because to the function they arrived separated, as it demanded the tradition. I believe that Mark not well he/she understood the motivations of such application, but as always you/he/she had favored the wills of his/her wife considering the little work that the gesture involved.
Parked the car (perfectly wash) in front of the front door of entry, I have marveled not to be the first one to reach the appointment. Chicken and Gianca, unthinkable thing up to few months they were already before in front of the gate of the villa, and they smoked nervous attending my appearance.
I/you/they have gone down from the car and I/you/they have gone toward the two with footsteps similar to a run. It was departed only a week from the inauguration of" Fantasy world", but the same was me missed quite a lot the presence of the strange couple and to see together them again thrilled me.
They were the 9.00 of the morning, but Gianca already possessed a radiant condition.
Uprooted to the perfection, pizzetto curatissimo, impeccable tan, wore an elegant suit reed of rifle in fresh wool and a bright blue shirt of Italian tailoring, broken by the tie in pure silk of a grey different calcolatamente from the suit.
You/he/she could seem even pleasant the good dressed Gianca so, and also me that I had had particular respect in to prepare me to the event of the year I didn't reach such an elevated level of elegance.
«Cazzo Gianca! A patrimony a suit of the kind will be cost you! He/she kills, he/she is seen that to sell statuettes him imborghesisce there!» I have exclaimed joky before embracing him/it convinced.
«My beautiful Eheheh, the image counts! Eccome if it counts!» you/he/she has replied him reciprocating the embrace.
«Not to pay him attention, that if it didn't find that unbelievable sale to Cesena, it came us in overall to the marriage!» Chicken is inserted annoyingly pushing me in its typical way of greeting.
Poor Chicken, in him the aesthetical taste you didn't even find him/it scraping off the barrel.
Unfortunately he/she is not known, how, you/he/she had found again the railroader shirt lost on the camper during the trip to the bachelorhood and, for the occasion, it proposed her/it approaching her/it to a blue suit in everything and for everything similar to the uniform of ordinance of an any company of transport.
«Good Chicken! You yes that have style instead! Then with those scarpettes of black pellaccia usurata and that beautiful yellow cravattina... it misses you correct the bonnet and the obliteratrice to complete the estate!»
«I had also told him me not to present himself/herself/themselves to Mark's marriage dressed as a ragamuffin, but you know how you/he/she is done... it is really dull!» Gianca has backed up me.
«You forget... what?» you/he/she has confusedly mentioned him before we invited him/it to lasciar to lose and we decided there to enter.
To ring the bell of house Innocentini has reminded me the distant period when, children with the ball under the arm, went to play in the garden of Mark. Years and years later removed David in Australia, we were there still, exactly the same, to participate in his/her marriage.
Once opened the great gate in beaten iron, contrarily to how much I expected me, you/he/she has not received us the Teutonic mother of Mark on the contrary Mr. Innocentini.
The father of Mark, that led composed on the door of house with to serve as maitre of great hotel, confirmed even more the impression of solidity and certainty that you/he/she usually provoked in us when we met him.
Similar to the lieutenant Colombo (but without squint), the way voice and the calm of a Buddhist bonze, in years of respectful knowledge other I would not have known how to say of him if not that it was indeed a good person.
«Ah, is you! Good morning boys! Mark is in his/her old room, you/he/she is ending to dress himself/herself/themselves. Entrances! There is a small refreshment in stay, arrange you...» you/he/she has pronounced synthetic Mr. Innocentini and us, burdens in subjection in front of him, has granted always the application.
House Innocentini was entirely similar to as I remembered her/it, cleaning up, a lot of ordinate and generally bare of what was not essential. Only the books abounded almost for the whole living room and us n'erano how much in the bookstore of my father, of all the types and dimensions. The father of Mark loved to meticulously catalog them with numerical labels and I doesn't even know if you/he/she had read them all but the same fact to possess a capital to know so much vast you/he/she was for him clear motive for pride.
We were in clean advance on the rest of the guests and, before the bell started playing to frequent and regular intervals, we have enjoyed some refreshment in solitary, observing the mother of Mark that, nervously busy in the preparations, you/he/she has politely greeted us but with few suitable.
Chicken is poured a nonalcoholic cocktail while Gianca and I, at 9.15 o'clock, we carburized with the prosecco.
Then Mark has arrived.
Has entered the great room of house Innocentini at the same time to the arrival in the door of a first small gruppetto of guests and has immediately exclaimed «Hi boys! You apologize for the delay and you excuse if I won't be behind you, but soon this house will be full of relatives and it won't be understood us void. Pazientates until the witnesses don't arrive, then I promise you that immediately depart toward the church! Badly that there are at least you!»
It was not to his/her ease Mark and he/she spoke as if it had to justify him to our eyes to have consented to a formal marriage and it was had to make to forgive a delay that didn't have and an unpleasantness that had not leastly given us.
Dressed by ceremony, however elegant in the doppiopetto chalked that his/her father had made him do custom, you/he/she was so young in the appearance to result anymore to glimpse a confirming that a bridegroom.
«Oh, but that you have? Do you also worry yourself for us to your party? You are calm, we wait who owe and we move there with all the calm!» you/he/she has encouraged him curiously Gianca.
«Not to do lead at all you! Rather, among the German cousins, is there some beautiful gnocca?» you/he/she has continued Chicken.
«Thing is? Is not there David and the hungry one of turn you do him/it you?» Gianca has taken back him.
«Ah... David! You/he/she has already called me at seven and half o'clock of this morning to congratulate, you/he/she has said that it phones again then us!» Mark has sigh.
Have I asked him «And as it is? How is it found?»
«That large head! Has not wanted to tell me void! You is impuntato on the fact that today, since it is my party of marriage, we would not have had to speak of other. And there has been no way of doing to reason him/it, neh!» you/he/she has replied Mark.
«The usual Fool!» you/he/she has added Gianca.
Then in the saloon the guests that we had felt to arrive have appeared and Mark has quickly gotten used to smear his/her own attentions and his/her own words toward the entries that succedutis are him.
At 10.00 o'clock the witnesses of the bridegroom have arrived: two first degree cousins from mother, Karl and Michael or something of the kind.
Mark had wanted them as you testify, splendidly applying the theories of Adam on the utility of the choice. For first thing, tradition wants that the witnesses are two to head, and if Mark had drawn to the basin of the friendships of long date for strength two of us you/they would have been discarded. Besides, Fritz and Michael, or as devil they called, they were the direct descendants of the iron empire created by his/her/their uncle. Accordingly, calculating that the tradition always imposed the most binding gifts to the witnesses, Mark
it avoided to burden on our pockets going to fish in wells well more depths.
Once ascertained that we were all presents, Mr. Innocentini has invited all the participants to set out toward the church of the adjacent to commune the lake where the ceremony would be developed.
Me, Gianca and Chicken we have reached our destination using an only mean, aware that, times later, the abstinence from the alcohol of Chicken would have been the only guarantee for the return in safety.
A lot of time had been passing for the last time which I had entered in a church and of the places of cult I didn't remember but the suffocating odor of burnt incenses, the eternal breaks of the sermons of Don Gianni, the notes fenced by the old myopic organist and the gossipy confabulations of the ladies bejeweled in the central lines.
Giving worths to Simona, true organizer of the function, I could sustain that you/he/she had succeeded in turning the church into different place from my stereotype an almost pleasant place.
You/he/she had first of all had a preference for the freshest and bright chapel of the country, besides you/he/she had been able to avoid nauseating excesses of fresh flowers, embellishing the three small aisles with the narrow necessary: white, yellow and pink camellias. Arranged with the priest you sing that were not heavy archaic litanies, you/he/she had gotten that a small choir gospel of six elements accompanied by classical guitar and electric organ got by and interpreted the pieces.
We have crossed the threshold entry on the notes of" Oh happy days", thing not to be believed.
Subsequently the rite is initiated and from that moment and for the whole ceremony I have started to look for, to gather and to record the expressions of the protagonists, perlomeno every element of visible emotion.
Simona was evidently the most excited and stared at the priest celebrant as him same talking herself to God, as if the voice of that man opened an ultramundane channel. I was aware that his was a sincere faith, true. We had sometimes spoken also of it Mark and him and I you/he/she was thrilled in to tell as his/her wife he/she believed in a deprived way of elements of rigid morality or bigotry, and how much above all he/she believed without the conception of the profit according to which, following religious directives, it earns us a prize to consume post-death: the faith as investment on the future.
To test of the fact that Simona was not so much then orthodox, there was for example the particular one that he/she got married him a fifth month of pregnancy. To say the truth is not that he/she was seen a lot, he by now Mrs Innocentini was of slender constitution and during the interesting state you/he/she had not taken a granché of weight. It had certain the belly but the splendid suit color whipped cream that opened only on her shoulders, bandaged her/it to sufficiency to disguise the fruit of the love with Mark that brought in the abdomen.
On the altar, beside Simona, in the health and in the illness, in the good one and in the bad fate, there was my friend Mark. Perhaps the emotion also arrives for him, but the same didn't give the impression to be in tension. It was serious, but not rigid; careful, but not contract; and while the priest recommended him with the two bridegrooms you get married on the duties and on the responsibilities that would have had to sustain, he listened assembled as him same reading a manual of instructions or as if you/he/she followed a recipe in tv. In that, in not to make to slip out too much the states of mind, it was entirely similar to his/her mother, that three more files behind assisted to the marriage of the only child as a statue of salt. Mark's father instead, Mr. Innocentini, to work it held back that melancholy awareness to have to child by now adult, by now himself father, and it continually touched him the hair as to verify that there were still and that they were the same hair that it had from boy.
For the rest the ceremony didn't offer great rushes of emotionalism.
The parents of Simona were for me unknown and illegible creatures and I would never have been able to say what he hid behind the weeping hidden ache of his/her/their mother or in the severe and firm look of his/her/their father.
Uncles, aunts, relatives, cousins, friends and the whole rest of the participants were silent and sad, true or presumed Catholics, however at that time faithful never, as he/she wants the tradition.
In this sense the Germans, the German branch of the family of Mark, slightly differed. I don't know if it were only suggestion, but they gave the impression to be more present in the rite, more absorbed in the meaning of the event, more on the piece.
We there was to complete the cast three: the usual friends.
I, that had thought continuosly about on the that marriage for months, oddly found me to rouse the emotions in the others; Gianca, perfectly encapsulated in the suit of cry, it repeatedly looked at the clock trying to understand when you/he/she would again have been free to supply him of prosecco; Chicken raced behind the prayers in the way that you/they have to beg not the practising while, not to be able to believe us, he/she cried to I hijack.
Account I/you/they are made of it while it was reciting the" I believe."
«I believe in an only God, adre nipotente, tore el ielo and of the errs...»
«Pssss, if don't know the words you are able only also to move the mouth, there is no need that the echo does, arrivals in deferred...» I have whispered him bending the head next to his/her ear.
«Keep silent that I like this! And it looks that it is not that I don't know her/it, I don't remember well only her to me!» you/he/she has whispered him of rhyming.
«Oh, but do you want to end her/it you two? We are in the church!» you/he/she has scolded us the faultless Gianca, lifting as however the tone of the voice we had not done us until then.
So also the ceremony, moment had been attending for months, has slipped away fast as only the attended moments they know how to slip: promise - exchange of the faiths - song gospel. communion - all out and goings in peace.
On the church square, laughed to the hand waiting for the exit, Chicken piangiucchiava still in that sincere way and some childish.
«Chicken, but do you want to plant her/it to cry? Seem entirely me stupid.»
«I am not crying, I am alone moved. Mark, our Mark, is married!»
«Disarming perspicacity! And as have you understood him? I should nickname you Sherlock!» I have ironizzato I, pleasantly surprised however of so much sensibility from the strangest of my friends.
«Enough you two! You prepare the rice that you/they arrive!» he is again inserted Gianca version" judicious boy", and it is a sin that had the palms of the hands full of rice up to strabordare and a pouch of escort brought from house. Since, for how much you/he/she would have been able to strive himself/herself/themselves to build for itself a new formal and unexceptionable image, from the details it was clearly understood that Gianca would have remained forever a big playful, a big baby in tie.
To the restaurant, after the three of a kind of first and before the three of a kind of seconds, David has succeeded in contacting Mark.
Already enough tipsy, in a break from the food, I was smoking in the beautiful nineteenth-century courtyard of the immense villa wanted by the bridegrooms (from Simona), together with Gianca.
Chicken, slightly by us, it inhumanly strove him to communicate in German with a cousin of Mark. Of sudden my jail cell rings, but I has not hypothesized that you/he/she could be Alice, she never called me; rather looking at the display I have tried the suspicion that the numbers with unknown prefixes know how to provoke. It was David.
«Ready?»
«Heads of cazzo patentate, as is it there? Is there figa?»
«Hi David! Certainly that also you there are missed a lot, just as we are you missed us!»
«Not to make the perfettino of the cazzo! The bridegroom, our bridegroom, where is it? Is it in form? How is it dressed by penguin?»
«Zinzi I find you beautiful lively, eh! Mark is to the table with his/her wife, you/they are ending the first ones!»
«Pass him/it to me goes! What I wa
nt to greet him/it!»
«David, Mark is having lunch to his/her marriage, is not that can enter room and to howl" Marko teleffono!" as it did on mother...»
«Fuck! Do I call from a million kilometers of distance and do you tell me to wait? You see to recover him/it.»
To say him/it misses I, the first words English that I felt to pronounce to David were insults. I was not able whether to reach Mark.
I/you/they have reentered and I have cut the completely white saloon toward the table of the bridegrooms; I felt me observed.
Done approach me to the table with subjection, have I stuttered «Mark, has David phoned for you, does he want to greet you, can you go out a second?»
He has smiled, verse is turned his/her wife and you/he/she has whispered her «Arrival love!»
Gone out, you/he/she has taken the call with a true enthusiasm.
«David! I feel now you that are in Australia of when you were qua!Sì... yes... everything well... Mah, knows that Simona cared to the ceremony... However you/he/she is not going badly... Yes, they are all here... Beh, Chicken is trying us with my cousin, but to judge from her eyes is the usual two of spites... But you?... You give at least some sweet... Do you learn the English?... Uffa you are the usual stubborn... Ok, ok I understand... It is all right I greet them to you me... Hi Zinzi!» And you/he/she has attacked again.
This way we have remained with Mark the time of a cigarette and obviously all we have proposed him the questions to which he/she patiently answered from the beginning of day.
«How it feels it about marrying himself/herself/themselves?»
«You have slept tonight?»
«When you depart for the trip of wedding?»
«Yours are happy?»
Him however you/he/she has not answered with the typical boldness that we waited for there, rather, a discourse has started unexpectedly recovered from who knows where, almost declaiming him/it as was a revelation. Probable that had need to unload some tension.
«Boys I frankly speak to you. I know him/it, we know him/it everybody that the love is a combustion feeling and won't be some one contract, neither a child, to feed there perpetually that fire that ties me to the woman that waits me to the table of. But I will undertake me, I guarantee him/it to you, I feel that I will undertake at the most me, for the whole life, because this love is never grown weak. I promise him/it in front of you!»
And there was a conviction and a steadiness in his/her eyes not to leave space to any kind of doubt. I/you/they have been immovable, surprised by so much certainty, and I have thought that also for the blows of frankness disattesa as this I considered my friend Mark a superior man to the average.
Has Chicken asked him serious then «Mark, but are you already drunk?»
And him, returned on a more normal plan, you/he/she has invited us to reenter for keeping on enjoying us the party.
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