London for ever - 33

Between a song  and another there is a storm: applauses, whistlings, screamings, pounding noises, cans beaten on the table: a triumph of approval and happiness. From time to time, after about an hour of good rock-blues music, while the hippie from the headband and the pink t-shirt continues to split the air increasingly denser with smokes and smell, a reddish basset with a messy beard approaches Giampiero. They talk for a while, whispering in a low voice.

"What did he want?" Martine inquires.

- "He asked me if I wanted mushrooms ..." - replies Giampiero

- "Mushrooms ??? How could you want  mushrooms! "- interviews Martine -" What makes one with them in here, at this time? "

- "The sauce, of course!" - Michelle intervenes, who knows well what those mushrooms are for. And at this same moment, her gaze sets on a guy sitting in the middle of a separet, not far from us. I have already noticed the man from my point of view: on his table there is an indefinite number of blue cans and a continuous go-go characterizes the "entourage". He is a red-headed guy, full of fine lines, light-skinned, freckled complexion.

- "Marcus! Hey, Marcus! "Michelle exclaims at his address, drawing for his attention with her right raised arm.

The guy turns slowly, hiding his badness, in fact, pretending, just as badly, his indifference; but when he recognizes Michelle's face he lights up suddenly.

He gets up and comes to us. It's high and  athletic! He greets everyone with a jovial "hello", smiling on the little yellow teeth, though small and regular. He is now in touch with Michelle, after kissing affectionately, like two old friends, in great confidence.

There is a subtle and mysterious feeling between the two, and also Giampiero realizes that, as he speaks with me about the political situation in Italy, I do not know which government, presided by who knows what prime minister, once again fallen, ingloriously, in Parliament, he looks at each other, never losing sight of them, trying to grasp what they are saying. His looks of jealousy remind me of rumors about their crisis.

33. to be continued...