NyLon! - chapter 8

Eight days elapsed and I annoy you with another board meeting. After twenty hours Crapazzoni seated coolness like a rose in full berlusconian bandana and double-breasted jacket, encircled by the worn-out concubines of his gynaeceum Rita, Antonella, Abigail, Orietta and Silvietta… all women, in the Crapazzoni’s secretariat, purposely chosen by him of the opposite sex in order not to distract himself during the meetings. Except the gloomy Esperantist leader Hotel Licheri, extraordinarily looking like the Moldavian president Giurgiu Paganu, whom in fat he interpreted in this story.

- Hotel…

- Affirmative. Where?

Diligently the faithful Antonella diligently took part, ready to reserve travels and stays for the Crapazzoni, whom lips she hung from.

- Antonella, I do not mean to reserve a hotel, but I was talking to the present Hotel, as it is used to say in esperanto for Alberto, in order to ask him what will follow after your next interruption…

Made bitter by so much arrogance, the habitually prolific Antonella crossed her arms and did not further interrupt more for over four hours of embarrassing silence (that’s why the secretariat meetings last so long, actually they don’t say anything at all).

- It’s ok, Antonella, my apologies. Now interrupt us, please

- Apologies accepted

- Hotel, I said, how many times I must repeat to you to name a female in this our representative senate of the associations?

- Esperanto that we find one sooner or later, a beautiful esperantista cunt. At present we are rather desperanti. In the meantime I have already proposed you Lapa Orlandi

- But he sports a beard. At least he shaves himself

- Esperanto. Meantime you haven’t got anything else than, eh eh!

- Hotel, how do you say fuck off in Esperanto?

Crapazzoni was infuriated by the lack of discipline by the Esperantist member of the party. The other associations had obediently named in the radical senate their most beautiful women, so that not to upset him, but the Esperantists did not succeed to find someone: except the Pole MEP they were all males. Silvietta broke the embarrassment by changing issue

- Good news, we have received fifteen registrations from London

Crapazzoni had an instantaneous ejaculation. Fifteen registrations from London could represent the life saving jacket of his bankrupt secretariat deprived of hope before retiring in Berlusconi’s party. He wanted to know more about it. Indirectly attacking Silvietta, Abigail played well her antagonist role

- These registrations are mistrustful, they smell of burnt

That was enough. If Abigail was contrary, it meant that there had to be some real roast, under the stink. Crapazzoni instructed Antonella to book him the first flight for London, with no interruptions.