Title: descent (The Descenting)
"Did you buy yogurt?" The hoarse voice trembling and Mark made me jump while napping in my bed.
"Yes! I'm in the refrigerator, but you can not wake up in this way, what time is it? "I said, taking the pillow to cover my face.
"Bravo Itallie, you always get up very good and now, it's late"
Even this morning I felt the nervousness of my friend and when I realized that I was still at the edge of the bed, I began to feel a sense of unease.
"I've heard, are in the fridge!" I said annoyed. Mark turned
the handle of his wheelchair and walked after some maneuvering in the kitchen.
passed a few minutes and inhuman scream rose.
"Fuckkkkkkkk"
I saw him enter with bullying in my room, pointing his right index finger against me.
"You bought no taste that I like!"
"You can not, I'm sure it took. The strawberry flavor, no? "
He always had his finger tight and his eyes were impenetrable.
Then he lowered his arm and began to suck his left thumb.
At that moment I felt a deep hatred for him. Recently
its ways of doing things had become unbearable. He was always
more arrogant and irascible.
not understand what goes on in the mind and when someone, I and I alone, try to have a dialogue, it is even more closed in on itself.
Mark was confined to a wheelchair for a rare feet. Quadro sad and depressing to a young Englishman. For four years no longer touched the ground except when falling groped for walking.
My mission was to buy yogurt - so I do not fattening and when cured, perfect shape - obsessively repeated every day.
"because you forgot my favorite flavor?"
"Mark, calm down, why do not you relax a bit ', or rather this evening there is a party, is nearby, you could come, no? "
" You Itallie no good, shit chair above me, I did not come to laugh at me people. "
" You should go out, you meet new people and ... "
" Shut up! Go buy strawberry yogurt now. "
And while Mark was trying to maneuver his wheelchair, trying to twist it off, turned around to look for my eyes and a grin on his mouth, said
" I have no more need you, I heal in a few days. "
I could not understand that meant and thinking it was increasingly tired and out of my head, I went in a hurry, at Chesco's as close to buy the strawberry yogurt, Filler brand, sugar free.
When I got home Mark was waiting for me in the kitchen with a spoon in hand.
He still had that grin.
"Monday is a healer."
"Who?"
"Healer! Man who heals my illness. "
" Who would this healer? "
" Mr. Smooth, have certified him to heal all the sick. "
" Seriously? You really believe in this crap! But who is this quack? "
" I have said that calling Mr. Smooth, and not a charlatan. "
" Are you mad? "
" You shut up! You do not understand, but I believe because my friend healed, He said that after suffering from cancer and him feel good because good healer. "
I could not believe my ears.
"Mark but are you sure? These people only steal money from people like you who have problems and they hope to solve them by any means, I can not think that you'll pay someone a ... well, you know you can not heal that way! "
Mark was silent, I could feel his breath grew deeper.
then said softly:
"I heal."
made me so scared and said, 'You're right. "
I put the yogurt in the fridge and went to the room.
I left Mark in the kitchen, still holding his spoon.
Later I heard the refrigerator open.
were Mark and his yogurt.
Monday (cloudy, no rain)
At 14.00 on Monday established, a man appeared at the door.
He had a turban on his head and a book under his arm.
wears glasses, model Ban Key. Perhaps
Pakistan. It was very high.
announced himself as Mr. Smooth.
accepted it, and after greetings of courtesy, Mark and the man in apartment living.
I should go out, friends were waiting for me at the pub, but I was curious and worried about my friend.
I went to the door and pressed my ear to listen.
The two spoke English and could not understand anything.
I do not give up.
I settled on a chair in the hallway and waited for the conversation to end. After half an hour Mr. Smooth
left the room and greeted me.
"See you tomorrow." He said with a dazzling smile. She made her way alone, when suddenly he turned to me with a look of defiance and said
"Italian?"
"Yes!"
"Good. See you soon. "
Then he turned and left the house.
Tuesday (cloudy, raining)
Mr. Smooth arrived at 9.00 but was not alone. It was in the company of a Mr. Smith, middle-aged man and a half tall, which just came to my hip. I understood that human rattle that was to be his assistant. It
flat lounge with Mark.
And I, again, eavesdropped.
But Mr. Smith opened the door with vehemence.
The little man looked at me puzzled and said,
"Your friend wants you!"
I gave way and I went inside.
"As a friend, Mr. Smooth describe his method for healing and you help me to stay here for close friend at all times. True? "
Mark was in the middle of the room.
"Mark what are you saying?" I said as I glanced at the corner of the two shady buddies.
Mr. Smooth and Mr. Smith were standing near the table of the saloon.
I do! There were real estate, looked like statues. The stench of fraud
felt a mile away.
"Mark sure what you do, how much is this madness, this method of healing?"
"Do not believe? You must believe I heal, it only costs 2000, 00 pounds "
" How much? Maybe you did not understand that they will not ... can not even heal you. "
" Get out fucking italian, do not you understand, get out! "Mark began to scream like a madman, with such force that he could pass out from fear moment. Mr. Smooth
tried to calm him, then motioned to his assistant, I walked away.
The middle-aged man and half-height pushed me out of the room, slamming the door and locked.
Startled and not knowing what to do, I went to my room and stayed there.
Four hours later I heard the door open the main entrance and two seconds after closing.
Wednesday (slightly cloudy with patches of sun)
Also that day, Mr. Smooth arrival at 9.00 and, like the previous day, ended with his assistant, and Mark, in the living room.
greeted with indifference and left home.
walked for a long time until you arrive in the neighborhood of Brixton.
grass bought from a friend of mine, Paul.
I returned late at night, going first to the supermarket. 35.00 Pounds
bought yogurt.
When I returned the door of the hall was still closed.
I went to the kitchen, I put the yogurt in the fridge and went to sleep.
I smoked all day and I was sick. Taken
sleep now.
Thursday (sunny, very cold)
That morning the doorbell rang at 10:30. Mark
I was sleeping and went to open it.
Mr. Smooth and Mr. Smith entered with a woman of clear South American origins.
was fat and of medium height and had lips very meaty, too fleshy to be true.
"Good morning" said Mr. Smooth.
did not answer.
"Is Mark in?"
left the man on the edge of the door and walked in the room Mark, I woke him up and helped him sit on the chair.
We all went into the living room.
Mr. Smooth and I looked at each other for a moment, his eyes froze me.
A look that I was not able to respond and looked down.
I began to fear for my friend.
Mark could not remain only with those individuals.
"Mark, I would stay with you today, please."
He looked at me puzzled.
"Ok come in, but no word promise you, you be silent."
"Ok! I promise. "
I sat in a corner and watched.
The woman had lit a candle, resting on the table.
Then he closed the blinds and the door.
The room was dimly lit.
Mr. Smith knelt at the foot of the chimney and began to pray mumbling indecipherable words. Mr. Smooth
sat down.
picked up the book he always carried with it and open it, relying on his legs.
He pulled from his right pocket and a pipe from his pocket opposite an envelope with powder inside. The
pour into the pipe.
not lit but made a strong throw, inhaling from the mouthpiece.
Meanwhile, Mr. Smith continued with prayer.
The woman started standing in front mannikin, and she too began to pray.
Their voices overlapped, creating a haunting melody.
Mr. Smooth, even with the pipe stuck between his teeth, the flowers scattered around Mark, forming a circle.
do not know where they had been pulled out.
My friend was in the middle of the room.
I smiled sweetly.
"Now you know the method of healing."
could feel his excitement.
But I was scared, although I did not understand why.
Meanwhile the woman and Mr. Smith raised the volume of their voices, making it more confusing. Even Mr. Smooth
joined them, creating a tangle of words to send to tilt my sense of direction.
I felt that the whole room was running.
I felt enveloped by dizziness.
I tried to resist.
closed my eyes for a few seconds and when I opened them, I saw that the three slowly revolved around Mark.
The increased pace of a circle ..
I seemed to be in the middle of a vortex.
My body was limp, unable to get reactions.
suddenly stopped.
At that point I tried to get close to observe them.
I was amazed. I
tappai your mouth, do not shout.
Their eyes were bloodshot.
fainted.
regained consciousness in the evening.
The room was empty.
I stood stunned and went into the room without thinking of Mark.
slept.
I felt her breathing regular.
I did not sleep, I took a chair and posizionai at the foot of the bed. The
vegliai all night.
Thursday (sunny, very cold)
11:00 AM
The bell does not make up his mind to play and Mark enjoyed himself blessed in his bed, caught in a sleep that had lasted for hours.
I made a little noise.
My friend opened his eyes.
"This morning my friends do not come, because my body that need to rest before tomorrow, I walk tomorrow, tomorrow I heal."
"Mark are you sure? I can not believe that those three people can succeed where so many doctors have failed. "
" I heal tomorrow, tomorrow miracle, sure ... God help tomorrow, sure. "
He repeated that phrase I do not know how many times.
I made a great tenderness.
"Sure. I'm sure healing, tomorrow will be a great day, tomorrow there will be a miracle. "
" Bravo Itallie, you go to sleep, I pray now. "
And that night, for the first time in my life, before falling asleep, I I asked.
Friday (cloudy, lots of humidity)
9.30. Morning.
The doorbell rang. They were the harbingers of hope. They looked happy and that exhilaration, for some strange reason, I am infected. But when I tried to enter the room with them, the woman clear of South American origins, I stopped.
"I am so sorry, you gotta wait here."
She tried to explain that only selected people could be present a miracle. Presence would disturb the other failed.
So I had to wait outside.
And I waited.
waited for about 4 hours.
Much of that time I was nervous and prayed.
During prayers one thousand were the thoughts that occupied my mind.
But at some point something happened.
Mark cried.
A raucous, at the limit of human breath.
"Fucking Italian as in, like .... please .. please !!!!".
I entered almost breaking the door.
Mr. Smooth, Mr. Smith and the woman were lost in a strange dance.
Mark ran around with his wheelchair across the room like crazy, and cried and cried and then laughed. He came up and now exhausted voice said to me: "Look ... finger fucking italian! Watch the first finger, looks right foot! "
I felt scared and surrounded by an unreal situation.
"Look ... look finger finger, I moved on my own ... move, move!"
I looked at that finger.
I looked at him intently and carefully.
Then I looked up and stared at my friend.
Her face seemed to upset a caricature.
"Yes, that's right Mark, I see. Your finger is moving. "
" Mr. Smooth said that tomorrow I get up and I move my feet, not just run but small steps. "
Mark talked so rough.
was delirious.
Everyone in that room were delirious.
All except me.
silently slipped away and let them celebrate.
I went to my room and took a camera given to me by an old cousin of Pescara.
I would have sold shortly after Paul, the same friend of Brixton.
bought it for 50.00 Pounds.
Then I waited for the night and went to a Seven Elven, and with that money bought a lot of yogurt. When I returned home, Mark was asleep.
I put the yogurt in the fridge, and went out.
I took a taxi and headed to Heathrow airport.
"Excuse me ..."
someone beats me on the shoulder. For a moment it seemed to me Mark, but I soon realized being on board an aircraft.
That someone was my friend but a man from a Sicilian accent.
"Who is it? ... What happens? .. We there yet?" I reply.
"Almost. Excuse me, I did not want to bother you, but I began to worry. I think she was doing a terrible nightmare. "
" How? "
" In the nightmare, she has always repeated the same words, then stirred, then repeated them ... so I mean ... what does not move? "
"Pardon?"
"I would not insist, but she murmured continuatamene that .. a ... a ... something did not move."
I look at the ladies.
I do not speak.
Then tell him in a trance.
"The finger ... a finger does not move!" The Lord
frowned his forehead.
"The finger? What finger? "
" Yes, the finger foot .. .. Mark's finger! Finger that I've never seen move. "
The human eye and tender, with a warm voice and his father whispers to me:
" Sure. The finger. Well, now it is better that you go back to sleep, air travel is still very tiring "
I know not, my face.
I look out the window.
I do not want to rest.
only a few seconds and the captain announces the landing at the airport in Rome. England is
a distant land.
now.
the handle of his wheelchair and walked after some maneuvering in the kitchen.
passed a few minutes and inhuman scream rose.
"Fuckkkkkkkk"
I saw him enter with bullying in my room, pointing his right index finger against me.
"You bought no taste that I like!"
"You can not, I'm sure it took. The strawberry flavor, no? "
He always had his finger tight and his eyes were impenetrable.
Then he lowered his arm and began to suck his left thumb.
At that moment I felt a deep hatred for him. Recently
its ways of doing things had become unbearable. He was always
more arrogant and irascible.
not understand what goes on in the mind and when someone, I and I alone, try to have a dialogue, it is even more closed in on itself.
Mark was confined to a wheelchair for a rare feet. Quadro sad and depressing to a young Englishman. For four years no longer touched the ground except when falling groped for walking.
My mission was to buy yogurt - so I do not fattening and when cured, perfect shape - obsessively repeated every day.
"because you forgot my favorite flavor?"
"Mark, calm down, why do not you relax a bit ', or rather this evening there is a party, is nearby, you could come, no? "
" You Itallie no good, shit chair above me, I did not come to laugh at me people. "
" You should go out, you meet new people and ... "
" Shut up! Go buy strawberry yogurt now. "
And while Mark was trying to maneuver his wheelchair, trying to twist it off, turned around to look for my eyes and a grin on his mouth, said
" I have no more need you, I heal in a few days. "
I could not understand that meant and thinking it was increasingly tired and out of my head, I went in a hurry, at Chesco's as close to buy the strawberry yogurt, Filler brand, sugar free.
When I got home Mark was waiting for me in the kitchen with a spoon in hand.
He still had that grin.
"Monday is a healer."
"Who?"
"Healer! Man who heals my illness. "
" Who would this healer? "
" Mr. Smooth, have certified him to heal all the sick. "
" Seriously? You really believe in this crap! But who is this quack? "
" I have said that calling Mr. Smooth, and not a charlatan. "
" Are you mad? "
" You shut up! You do not understand, but I believe because my friend healed, He said that after suffering from cancer and him feel good because good healer. "
I could not believe my ears.
"Mark but are you sure? These people only steal money from people like you who have problems and they hope to solve them by any means, I can not think that you'll pay someone a ... well, you know you can not heal that way! "
Mark was silent, I could feel his breath grew deeper.
then said softly:
"I heal."
made me so scared and said, 'You're right. "
I put the yogurt in the fridge and went to the room.
I left Mark in the kitchen, still holding his spoon.
Later I heard the refrigerator open.
were Mark and his yogurt.
Monday (cloudy, no rain)
At 14.00 on Monday established, a man appeared at the door.
He had a turban on his head and a book under his arm.
wears glasses, model Ban Key. Perhaps
Pakistan. It was very high.
announced himself as Mr. Smooth.
accepted it, and after greetings of courtesy, Mark and the man in apartment living.
I should go out, friends were waiting for me at the pub, but I was curious and worried about my friend.
I went to the door and pressed my ear to listen.
The two spoke English and could not understand anything.
I do not give up.
I settled on a chair in the hallway and waited for the conversation to end. After half an hour Mr. Smooth
left the room and greeted me.
"See you tomorrow." He said with a dazzling smile. She made her way alone, when suddenly he turned to me with a look of defiance and said
"Italian?"
"Yes!"
"Good. See you soon. "
Then he turned and left the house.
Tuesday (cloudy, raining)
Mr. Smooth arrived at 9.00 but was not alone. It was in the company of a Mr. Smith, middle-aged man and a half tall, which just came to my hip. I understood that human rattle that was to be his assistant. It
flat lounge with Mark.
And I, again, eavesdropped.
But Mr. Smith opened the door with vehemence.
The little man looked at me puzzled and said,
"Your friend wants you!"
I gave way and I went inside.
"As a friend, Mr. Smooth describe his method for healing and you help me to stay here for close friend at all times. True? "
Mark was in the middle of the room.
"Mark what are you saying?" I said as I glanced at the corner of the two shady buddies.
Mr. Smooth and Mr. Smith were standing near the table of the saloon.
I do! There were real estate, looked like statues. The stench of fraud
felt a mile away.
"Mark sure what you do, how much is this madness, this method of healing?"
"Do not believe? You must believe I heal, it only costs 2000, 00 pounds "
" How much? Maybe you did not understand that they will not ... can not even heal you. "
" Get out fucking italian, do not you understand, get out! "Mark began to scream like a madman, with such force that he could pass out from fear moment. Mr. Smooth
tried to calm him, then motioned to his assistant, I walked away.
The middle-aged man and half-height pushed me out of the room, slamming the door and locked.
Startled and not knowing what to do, I went to my room and stayed there.
Four hours later I heard the door open the main entrance and two seconds after closing.
Wednesday (slightly cloudy with patches of sun)
Also that day, Mr. Smooth arrival at 9.00 and, like the previous day, ended with his assistant, and Mark, in the living room.
greeted with indifference and left home.
walked for a long time until you arrive in the neighborhood of Brixton.
grass bought from a friend of mine, Paul.
I returned late at night, going first to the supermarket. 35.00 Pounds
bought yogurt.
When I returned the door of the hall was still closed.
I went to the kitchen, I put the yogurt in the fridge and went to sleep.
I smoked all day and I was sick. Taken
sleep now.
Thursday (sunny, very cold)
That morning the doorbell rang at 10:30. Mark
I was sleeping and went to open it.
Mr. Smooth and Mr. Smith entered with a woman of clear South American origins.
was fat and of medium height and had lips very meaty, too fleshy to be true.
"Good morning" said Mr. Smooth.
did not answer.
"Is Mark in?"
left the man on the edge of the door and walked in the room Mark, I woke him up and helped him sit on the chair.
We all went into the living room.
Mr. Smooth and I looked at each other for a moment, his eyes froze me.
A look that I was not able to respond and looked down.
I began to fear for my friend.
Mark could not remain only with those individuals.
"Mark, I would stay with you today, please."
He looked at me puzzled.
"Ok come in, but no word promise you, you be silent."
"Ok! I promise. "
I sat in a corner and watched.
The woman had lit a candle, resting on the table.
Then he closed the blinds and the door.
The room was dimly lit.
Mr. Smith knelt at the foot of the chimney and began to pray mumbling indecipherable words. Mr. Smooth
sat down.
picked up the book he always carried with it and open it, relying on his legs.
He pulled from his right pocket and a pipe from his pocket opposite an envelope with powder inside. The
pour into the pipe.
not lit but made a strong throw, inhaling from the mouthpiece.
Meanwhile, Mr. Smith continued with prayer.
The woman started standing in front mannikin, and she too began to pray.
Their voices overlapped, creating a haunting melody.
Mr. Smooth, even with the pipe stuck between his teeth, the flowers scattered around Mark, forming a circle.
do not know where they had been pulled out.
My friend was in the middle of the room.
I smiled sweetly.
"Now you know the method of healing."
could feel his excitement.
But I was scared, although I did not understand why.
Meanwhile the woman and Mr. Smith raised the volume of their voices, making it more confusing. Even Mr. Smooth
joined them, creating a tangle of words to send to tilt my sense of direction.
I felt that the whole room was running.
I felt enveloped by dizziness.
I tried to resist.
closed my eyes for a few seconds and when I opened them, I saw that the three slowly revolved around Mark.
The increased pace of a circle ..
I seemed to be in the middle of a vortex.
My body was limp, unable to get reactions.
suddenly stopped.
At that point I tried to get close to observe them.
I was amazed. I
tappai your mouth, do not shout.
Their eyes were bloodshot.
fainted.
regained consciousness in the evening.
The room was empty.
I stood stunned and went into the room without thinking of Mark.
slept.
I felt her breathing regular.
I did not sleep, I took a chair and posizionai at the foot of the bed. The
vegliai all night.
Thursday (sunny, very cold)
11:00 AM
The bell does not make up his mind to play and Mark enjoyed himself blessed in his bed, caught in a sleep that had lasted for hours.
I made a little noise.
My friend opened his eyes.
"This morning my friends do not come, because my body that need to rest before tomorrow, I walk tomorrow, tomorrow I heal."
"Mark are you sure? I can not believe that those three people can succeed where so many doctors have failed. "
" I heal tomorrow, tomorrow miracle, sure ... God help tomorrow, sure. "
He repeated that phrase I do not know how many times.
I made a great tenderness.
"Sure. I'm sure healing, tomorrow will be a great day, tomorrow there will be a miracle. "
" Bravo Itallie, you go to sleep, I pray now. "
And that night, for the first time in my life, before falling asleep, I I asked.
Friday (cloudy, lots of humidity)
9.30. Morning.
The doorbell rang. They were the harbingers of hope. They looked happy and that exhilaration, for some strange reason, I am infected. But when I tried to enter the room with them, the woman clear of South American origins, I stopped.
"I am so sorry, you gotta wait here."
She tried to explain that only selected people could be present a miracle. Presence would disturb the other failed.
So I had to wait outside.
And I waited.
waited for about 4 hours.
Much of that time I was nervous and prayed.
During prayers one thousand were the thoughts that occupied my mind.
But at some point something happened.
Mark cried.
A raucous, at the limit of human breath.
"Fucking Italian as in, like .... please .. please !!!!".
I entered almost breaking the door.
Mr. Smooth, Mr. Smith and the woman were lost in a strange dance.
Mark ran around with his wheelchair across the room like crazy, and cried and cried and then laughed. He came up and now exhausted voice said to me: "Look ... finger fucking italian! Watch the first finger, looks right foot! "
I felt scared and surrounded by an unreal situation.
"Look ... look finger finger, I moved on my own ... move, move!"
I looked at that finger.
I looked at him intently and carefully.
Then I looked up and stared at my friend.
Her face seemed to upset a caricature.
"Yes, that's right Mark, I see. Your finger is moving. "
" Mr. Smooth said that tomorrow I get up and I move my feet, not just run but small steps. "
Mark talked so rough.
was delirious.
Everyone in that room were delirious.
All except me.
silently slipped away and let them celebrate.
I went to my room and took a camera given to me by an old cousin of Pescara.
I would have sold shortly after Paul, the same friend of Brixton.
bought it for 50.00 Pounds.
Then I waited for the night and went to a Seven Elven, and with that money bought a lot of yogurt. When I returned home, Mark was asleep.
I put the yogurt in the fridge, and went out.
I took a taxi and headed to Heathrow airport.
"Excuse me ..."
someone beats me on the shoulder. For a moment it seemed to me Mark, but I soon realized being on board an aircraft.
That someone was my friend but a man from a Sicilian accent.
"Who is it? ... What happens? .. We there yet?" I reply.
"Almost. Excuse me, I did not want to bother you, but I began to worry. I think she was doing a terrible nightmare. "
" How? "
" In the nightmare, she has always repeated the same words, then stirred, then repeated them ... so I mean ... what does not move? "
"Pardon?"
"I would not insist, but she murmured continuatamene that .. a ... a ... something did not move."
I look at the ladies.
I do not speak.
Then tell him in a trance.
"The finger ... a finger does not move!" The Lord
frowned his forehead.
"The finger? What finger? "
" Yes, the finger foot .. .. Mark's finger! Finger that I've never seen move. "
The human eye and tender, with a warm voice and his father whispers to me:
" Sure. The finger. Well, now it is better that you go back to sleep, air travel is still very tiring "
I know not, my face.
I look out the window.
I do not want to rest.
only a few seconds and the captain announces the landing at the airport in Rome. England is
a distant land.
now.
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