NyLon! - CHAPTER 15

In Hamburg Andrea was sounding out the same Tosoni in depth, and quickly after Tosoni returned the same by sounding out him in depth. Painfully. With one of those Raffa’s free tickets, Andrea landed in the afternoon in Fuhlsbüttel and quickly he felt at home like to Schiphol. In half an hour the bus carried him in the centre, where Tosoni offered rotating romantic dinner on of the tower, after which the Schnellbahn lead them to Sankt Pauli and – the usual cocktail accomplice to us of cannabis, cocaine, ecstasy, manzanilla and viagra, that for good healthy rule he always rigorously took in alphabetical order - walking hand in hand on the Reeperbahn with Tosoni veiled in pink, Andrea let himself go to the reminescences of his youth in the fatherland.

- Ah… msterdam… first puttanation… seventeen years old, fifty guilders… Beautiful FTF… sweet brunette… the breasts, fifty guilders… pump her… FTF… other big brunette, fifty guilders … condom, position one… piston her… scoglionata… FTF… needles for the coke in vein… brown-blond woman in her twenties, fifty guilders… log of gorgeous piece pf pussy… mount her in doggy style, mirror, sodomy… FTF… Pale mulatta, fifty guilders… customer satisfaction… FTF…

- Would kindly my sweetest et most welcomed guest pardon me in allowing me to interrupt you to pose the issue of make myself acquainted on which meaning to attribute to the criptic acronym FTF in the extirpated circumstances of such a context?

- Professional deformation. The Author of this crazy bullshit works buried in a damn computer helpdesk. In their jargon FTF means First Time Fix. That is, immediate solution. Premature ejaculation in my case

- And how therefore, my mitigated as well as ephemeral relation in so many places of perdition, to be able to translate so much unrespectful microelectronics crudeness of the Author in aulic terms more pertinent to a chaotic tradition from the tower that I cannot exempt myself to define ivory?

- Sconigliata

- Ah, now I understand…

How the night ended we already know from evening: in a squalid lateral of the Reeperbahn Andrea sondava the Tosoni in depth, and quickly after the Tosoni returned the same sounding out him in depth. Painfully.

- Arg!, it badly hurts, how comes you have it so hard at your age?

- Who of Viagra hurts, of Viagra perishes!

- Cow!, it really huts me badly. Now that I have given it to you, will you tell me the answer the fifth question of your radicality test?

- You already have it inside – philosophically answered the Sommo unique radical faggot with the wisdom and audacity that would be of the Dalai Lama in less pornographic circumstances - and never ever allow yourself to call me cow.

The day after, approaching Heathrow and his mid-life crisis, returning from the unicorn-discratic-trisagic-tetraplegic-pentapartitic-exageratelly-eptacriptic-ottuagenarian-nonetheless-decaballs ivory experience, Andrea couldn’t help to reflect on the emptiness of his life and how it had been ruined in his puberty by the paedophile priest during his infancy in Tor Pignattara.

In that very same moment in Tor Pignattara, biting a still alive pigeon, don Domenico Spena, the popular rocker priest extraordinarily looking like Ozzy Osbourne (whom in fact interprets him in this story), had not lost the bad habit to corrupt a younger generation. But in the years his penis had bacame flat, and that new Esperantist altar boy he couldn’t but satanically corrupt by proxy.

- Hotel, by now you have grown up. You must think to put on a family. I introduce you my dearest Esperantist popstar Sara Piccardo, interpreted by a purposely depilate Lapa Orlandi, and I declare you husband and wife until a pagan God separates you. I also impose to you that your son will be named Damian with engraved the number 666 on the esperantomorph head

- Oh, kolko and hubava - in its ecstasy the Hotel confusing Bulgarian with Esperanto - how beautiful this virgin is in her smooth and whitest skin, the delicious tits with the nipples becoming hard when I speak to her in Esperanto and the delicate pussy about to bloom like a rose, not to mention her extraordinary intelligence manifested in the exciting ability to learn Esperanto so fastly…

We are nearly at the end of the fifth chapter and, from the rivers Elba to the Tiber passing by the Hudson and the Thames, I am about to plague you with the first meeting of the radical committee to which I can participate, after that thanks to the sacrifice of Andrea I have whispered in the Crapazzoni’s ear the answer to the fifth question of the Testosoni. Unfortunately in this chapter there isn’t more room and you’ll have to wait for next one. Meantime we really are at the end of the fifth chapter and finally the candid Hindu-orobic tycoon John Patel re-enters the scene! I have found something more intelligent than making him close the parenthesis, but unfortunately in this chapter there isn’t more room and you’ll have to wait for the next one.