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was a day just colored in orange. It was orange sunset, and the reflected light on the houses. They were orange leaves, drops of water falling from the rooftops. I was orange too. Walking on cobblestones. I tried again to find the scents from which I had been away for too long. I walked to my country. I noticed the changes. Whenever a child climbed on the wall behind with a field of grass. Now there is a square, a railroad, three or four new buildings homes. And then asphalt, only a flow of asphalt. This day was not gray. Orange was also the asphalt.
My thoughts were light. I tried desperately to get used to living alone again with me. To start from scratch. I was fired. I did not want to be responsible for the dismissal of all those workers, my friends. Yet none of them had followed me when I told him to make a real protest. They were all aware of the futility of certain forms of expression. They were all destroyed. The last day of work, I did not tell anyone, but I went with a heavy heart. Human relationship that I would miss a lot. Besides, I could not tell anyone that I was leaving. The leaders had wanted my full silence and my death in the shadows.
Now. I went back to orange, my favorite color. To my perfumes. Did not have to go out and look elsewhere. Even if there was something they had polluted. My country was no longer the country. It was the first suburbs. It was becoming a residential area. Without even a lawn where to run. It was all so sad to bang his head against the wall. Despite everything I tried the charm of my childhood, the places where I was cycling. The lawns of the huge football matches, the green knees and my sunset orange.
The street was all colored in orange, a beautiful light. A different light. It was lighter thoughts, let them free to move. I thought of Monica, who for more than six months did not hear. I imagined that within a year would be made at home with our daughter or us. Perhaps the light of reason had returned, and went to have an abortion really. The idea of \u200b\u200bhaving a child, they can not give him the love he deserves, not even wanted it in reality, an idea that I was tortured. I could never tolerate that situation. Especially now that I was without a job.
The road was beautiful, the cobblestones of the old town was that fortunately was. The sun bounced off its light on the porches white. Now the colors were orange and black to make her reign. As in a painting, as in the postcards, that place seemed remained frozen in time. Had not changed at all. The old town was always equal to itself. We all had a great respect for that place. None of us were never allowed to play football there. There was a small staircase which led to the top of the tower. On that scale I gave my first kiss. As practically all my friends.
Under the porch of the old town was a real estate agency. The same that had helped me find my house. I saw Michael out by that agency. Who knows maybe she was buying the house. Although the house had already. Who knows what was he doing in there.
I saw again, get in that agency. The days with my adviser to look at homes, compare prices, and there was always something that did not convince me. I imagined my house like the future love nest myself and my partner. Instead, I was a bachelor, and not so attractive, as I was without work.
In those days to fight the boredom I picked up my Telecaster, of course, orange, and had taken a bit 'to play. While I was playing, my phone rang. It was Michael, I asked to see us at the bar. He had an important proposal for me.

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The following days were just a set of meetings on meetings for this conquest of the East. Being one of the leaders of the project gave me an immense satisfaction. I started really from the factory, I had been for a whole year behind the frames to try to understand how they work and what was better. Even now, that I spent in the office, I still had a great relationship with the workers. I respect them, and vice versa. In fact, workers were some of my friends to spend evenings with me talking about how they could have lower bills and make ends meet better budgets. Who better than they knew how to save the company time? They were the ones to help me force myself to the attention of my head. They had a lot.
The general manager talked about this project, which finally took concrete form as a historical event. We actually arrived with us in China at least ten years later than our competitors'. The time for us and for our industry were not the best and this project seemed a last resort really. We were able, thanks to our policy of cost, to prevent mass layoffs and also try to expand abroad. The Director-General
dwelt at length on the fact that five Chinese workers produce twice twenty Italian laborers and produce better. I had a start. Workers' rights were essential for me. If you really had to keep wages low we should at least ensure decent working conditions and safety. None of those present supported my speech. We went to China for its power free to exploit these favorable conditions, in exchange for extortionate profits. Applications of frames increased dramatically, it was said that a big company would commission one thousand frames by assigning the contract after a competition. If we had moved in time we could certainly take the contract. I did not speak. It was practically impossible to do a thousand looms in China at reasonable prices, without amortize start-up costs.
On the sidelines of a meeting taken aside the Director-General. I told him that many of our factory workers were only six hours instead of eight because work was scarce. We could have used those two hours of these workers to put together the first frame and then maybe finish them in China. Fortunately transportation costs were virtually zero for us being able to have a couple of corporate aircraft. The general manager smiled at me and said you could not do, had already been calculated five trips between Italy and China to carry everything they needed for production, and increase the loads would have breached the budget.
I went home with almost five trips, he would have moved the whole factory to China. Here we would produce what? This story I filled square.
While I was absorbed in thoughts of my work, I called Monica. I asked to see us.
course in everything that was going on there too and his proposal of marriage. Do not even returned home. I went directly to her.
met me without even giving me time to say a word. He kissed me passionately. It made me excited in no time. Very little time, time to get into bed and disappeared completely. It was strong, it was hectic, was schizophrenic, was repeated several times. I was sweating great drops of sweat, exhausted me, but I continued. Like if I wanted to throw in all the frustrations of her work, the difficult situation. We fell exhausted after the fourth time. I had never happen to not have anymore. I slept a little, while she went into the kitchen to prepare something to eat.
While I was turning in my bed eye fell on a small box of medicine on the nightstand. It was the birth control pills who took Monica. Out of curiosity I pulled out of the blister.
I stopped.
shivered.
I tried to understand.
was.
Monica was a fortnight that no longer took the pill. Exactly when he asked me to marry her. It was clear. He wanted to frame me in some way. He wanted to get pregnant and then get married, stop me from leaving.
I was furious. What was I supposed to do. Go to her in the kitchen and turn over the furniture, pots, pans. Instead I do not know where I found a quiet innate.
I dressed. I went to her in the other room and sat down at the table said

"You think you're ready to have a child?"

She froze. He turned.

"But ... but what are you saying?"
"I'm wondering if you think you are ready to have a child"
She tried to pretend to smile.

"It means that the parties and not marry me, so then we will have a child?"
"No!"

I was frozen, then added

"I mean, that a child is not a way to frame me. To force me to marry you and grow. Only, you know, I am a bit 'romantic. For me, a son and the fruit of love, not a sleazy blackmail. "
" What are you saying? "

I took out the blister of pills. She opened her eyes. Had been discovered. There was nothing I could hide now. She burst into tears. He knelt down I begged for forgiveness. He said he was going to have an abortion if she had been pregnant, but I would have to be with her.
was another shameless blackmail. I greeted her. I went home to find an answer to all that mess. I wanted a simpler life or a little 'more boring at least.

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Decisions to be taken sooner or later decide

I spent a whole day to think and think about what to do for China. My suitcases were ready at any other time in my life I would not have doubts. I would have started without much delay. Only now, with this new-born love with Monica, I did not know really what to do. Of course if I was with Michael all would be easier. I tried to convince her to move in with me in China. He found work there.
After the conversation at the bar continued to make comparisons, albeit stupid, between the two girls who turned me on the head.
For various issues of commitments I was not able to see even a minute Monica in those days, and we had also heard very little.
I called Henry to ask for advice he invited me to dinner to let me know your partner and talk about China.
In the afternoon I received a very important phone call from general manager of the company I work for, I am informed, unofficially, in case I accepted that I would be a of Project Managers.
So a series of overlapped total confusion in my head. I did not know how to fix everything. Most worrying, however, was love. Michelle I had a strange effect, I felt I still be a bit 'in love, and could not be otherwise because we had left only months earlier. I wanted to ask her to come with me to dinner with Henry and his companion, but then what he told Monica?
decided to invite me to take an aperitif before dinner, so if I were bored I had dinner with the pretext of Henry to escape, and in case I wanted to be a bit 'with her I would be invited to dinner with me. I called her and stared at each other to see us in a room where we had never been together. I did not want to pull out old memories with her present, it would be too risky. He introduced
, beautiful as always. We talked a long time, and I asked her of her tan. He said he had just been to the beach with her new partner, or rather, one with whom I shared a bit 'of time. I felt a great jealousy in me, it was perhaps time to discover the cards. To speak clearly as we had not done it before and so it was

"Why did you do?"
"Do what?"
"Why did you betray me so long?"
... ... I do not know. I know that I did not want our story best, and he was fantastic. Loved me, counseled me and told me how to dress, listened to my problems with you. As long as there are over in bed. So for a few weeks and I left you. We started, and he said he was gay. To be out with me just to really understand its nature. "

It was a situation in the grotesque. Almost paradoxical. I honestly do not know yet hold back my laughter. Poor Michael, in the midst of doubt had fled from those who gave her attention, only to discover that he envied the body. I had not yet said Monica. So I began to speak also of my story, omitting shamelessly my betrayal the night before the end of our story. When Michael heard in my life there was another expression changes, it seemed that the world was falling apart again. We talked a little '. Or better. She spoke a bit '. I was forced to listen to everything she told me. This was one of the real reasons why we had left. Because she was too focused on itself, and I too with my head in the clouds to really understand what I wanted from my life. I told her I had a commitment and I had to run away. I avoided asking to come and eat with me, she was asking me where I was going and if we were going with Monica. When he heard that I was only sends itself.
We came together in a beautiful restaurant. We sat waiting for Henry and his companion. Michael asked me who were waiting, I said
"Henry told me of being gay, and tonight I presented her companion."

I wanted to add something like "hope is not your ex, but it seemed too bad and out of place. She still did not seem surprised by the fact that Henry was gay.
Henry and his partner arrived. I saw a look between him and her accomplice. As if you wanted to communicate something that I do not know.
ate well, and reached the Sweet moved the conversation about what matters most to Henry. If Michael and I we were back together again:

"Not really"
"Up to tonight no, then you never know"
"Yes oh well, tell Monica"
"Who ?..."

high school that I had not said Michelle Monica nothing to age, at what he did in life. Certainly Henry had spoken. He and Michelle were close friends, sometimes up to me to be jealous, if I had total confidence in him I would not have ever left alone. We also talked of China to end without draw from a spider hole. Then he called me Monica:

"Hello .."
"Hello, where are you?"
"I'm still having dinner with my friends and you? "
" I am on the books to study, come to me after dinner? Come on, and then you decide what to do to China? "
" I have not decided, I'll see you and talk about it ok? "
" I'll wait, I want to see you "
" I, too, so "I said

I had to run away, I apologized to Michael and Henry. They were with me now so we came to dessert. Leaving Michael told me a secret. At the table with them was the boy who was discovered to be gay. In short, the boy was presented by Michael Henry. Cora seemed so surreal I can not believe it, a bit at the end 'I fregai. Now head was in comeback Monica and she had understood. He tried to kiss me as we parted. He asked to meet again, I told her that I could not. On the next day onwards I was taken for the project in China.
I decided I would leave. So I went to Monica to tell her.
I got from her, and I was already waiting under the covers.

"I need to talk"
"After the"
"Truly I tell you I want it now."

not had time to finish what I meant. She took me to himself, and masturbating with me inside her. It was not love, it was only a hormonal outburst, which is my own. Nothing more nothing less.

"I decided to leave for China, you come with me?"
"I can not, I can not leave with you, when I graduate I want to go home. I wanted to ask you if you came with me and we'll get married and live there. "
" ... "

I was speechless. The decision was to marry her or chase to China for me. I had no doubts on my very healthy selfishness. I would leave.