It was days ago.

It was the end of the month of the strike work of a group of Italian comrades at our factory. Everything needed was opened, arranged, valuable instructions were given.
And we have to say that drinking and the grandmothers are not stupid at all, as it is appropriate for real Italians: daily after work - cabbage, vodka, turkeys. The last evening was marked quite strikingly: the restaurant where I left them flowed smoothly into the sauna with the girls and it all ended shortly before the hour X. The hour X is 5 in the morning, when I went for them to the hotel to take them to Moscow, on the plane.

I load the bodies into the car – and forward. Not exactly the body. A month of adaptation has done its job: they sit pale, bread a mineral, try not to move their head, but almost alive.

Going through the pharmacy:
– Oh! Alessandro, keep the brakes!
Well, I understand the situation parking nearby, we go to the pharmacy together.
by Enrico:
Enrico, what do we get? Alcatraz is a mineral?
and no. and Viagra.
My mouth to my ears:
Stop talking, Rico.
Oh, you are funny. I want to prove to my wife that I missed her.