In many wondered - and I have specifically asked - how his friend had spent the Christmas holidays left in the dark (imagine) his closet. She could have been a gift basket to be discarded? Will have at least been able to enjoy a slice of panettone (And by the way: it will be quite a fan of Pandora?).
reassure all: the left is fine. So at least I think. Sure, it seems that nobody has been able to meet him in the days of Eve, thus invalidating the classical and a little 'cheeky wishing formula of "if we do not see more ...». No one in either case has seen him around since Christmas a year ago, for that matter. Indeed long before that. And no one, however, was able to assess their future intentions with the other formuletta, that of "the days you can get for Christmas?", Given that no, the envoy did not take days to Christmas. To our knowledge, was there, confined within the four walls of its supposed place of detention, more or less forced, more or less real.
But if we say that is not doing badly, we do so with good reason, based on the sum of messages at various levels and in various forms that we continued to deliver throughout this period. It is not known when this will end dripping, but surely we are comforted to see that in the notorious closet is now more a time of peace, a sentiment that has emerged behind the door, perhaps dictated by a greater awareness and a growing resignation Who knows. The fact is that the left has not lost the desire to smile, to enjoy even in spite of the bleak times, and insensitivity of those who forced him into such a state of captivity.
A bit of discomfort when it attacked only in the days prior to 25, the observatory is located in discrete, the envoy has heard the bustle of gift packages for some of his colleagues. To day was a flurry of activity. Marked each time by the frenetic noise of torn paper or by stealthily but I decided if they prefer, in the name of privacy, concealment of the good gift just received. The left was prepared for the worst, because in full golden age, when things were better, he happened to see a curtain surreal and memorable, where the recipient of a gift to your phone informing the patron of a kind of irrepressible feeling uncomfortable. "You embarrass me," explained the unknown editor. The other insisted, "I do not do so, call the pleasantries." "But no - then explained the cheeky - she embarrasses me because I have two sons and the gift is only a ...». This time the envoy was better, but it should not have been easy for him to resist the ceremony, along with removing a child to understand the motion of jealousy, he thought un'invidiuccia now quelled by months of imprisonment absurd ...
The two-day closure of the traditional newspaper, then, are been very hard to overcome ("top of the hill," the envoy wrote in reality, but I allowed myself - proudly - to correct it. It is not by him ...). It seems that his "captors" had done so to provide it with vital basic provisions, attigendo the generous gifts of stock. So he spent the time to enjoy delicious Christmas stuffing Finally, sparkling, though of mediocre quality (the best, as always, were readily ambush by suspected gold hearts and CEO), relish and toast in solitude, and then trying in vain to run a fake video game attached along with the sweets.
When the staff have resumed operations after holidays. Envoy has unexpectedly had it really intense. On an exercise in surprise, implemented by the company for security reasons. Sudden alarm, and all running down the stairs and then out to stand in the cold simulated moments of panic. Or as they say more prose in these cases, fuckin 'around. The turmoil has disrupted the quiet of the closet. Rally marked by a measured soppportazione. But when it's time to return to the office, employees have found it - with great surprise - the front doors closed. In short, seems to have a joke in bad taste. Or rather, someone from the upper echelons, he wanted to send this way a message about the precariousness of the current job, pretending a sudden closure of the editors. How long ... The envoy, from his closet. he distinctly heard unrepeatable curses. And the beginning of a fight, too. Listened to a member of the union threatened a strike suddenly, with a representative of the party pledged to submit an official apology from the property. Everything was resolved with a toast of general reconciliation. Actually, the envoy was not amused. But we do know that I have tried for the first time in his condition, a feeling of hope. Because maybe you're not locked in there so bad.