I went downstairs and entered the underpass leading to the subway. I came face to face with the mayor. He was wearing a reflective vest, he was holding the handle of a mop and smiling at passers-by. A farce, when did the mayor he would have to do such a thing? What an 'idea so old it could still be considered for a poster campaign was simply ridiculous.
Even more considering that guy was. In five years he had only seen the first of the Opera House and the delivery of "Tombini gold" awards to deserving city. Surely, however, did not miss the opportunities that more closely mundane where there was a buffet.
Now he had to bring his learning and his dresses in the middle of the "people", those who were wandering the city like cockroaches abbruttiti as he moved in cars with drivers.
had to get their hands dirty and to be there, be seen. So the way to appearances at various, useless, boring events (some created especially to relaunch electorally) seeking faces to smile, shake hands (but not too much that it ruined the nails), which wash away the minds not only the memory of a pathetic management of the city, but also the various scandals and disasters that have had dotted. He tried desperately to seem human.
"Smile!" They said, "Smile," and he smiled until his face sfiancare, deforming it had never before been seen.
embarrassment emanating from the media campaign as the tears from weeping madonnas. I looked at the posters on the walls of the city flourished: the scavenger mayor, the mayor engineer, with the helmet that bore the symbol of an underground line that no one knew when it would have been concluded, nor with what money would be paid the mayor label represents a point in future to a group of children with colorful hats and promised that the city \u200b\u200bwould be greener (on the contrary, he argued that it already was), then the mayor and the family-friendly, affectionate embracing another group of babies that appear under hypnosis while hairy lasagne served in school canteens and schools did not have funds for buy toilet paper.
Always looking at me with that smile, frozen, paralyzed, chilling. I had always seen him serious, aloof, suddenly tried to look nice and the only way he knew to do was tighten up the jaw, opened his eyes and baring his teeth, as the Joker in Batman hallucinated or a clown in amphetamine MacDonald .
Here, it was transformed, had become small, and wanted to be my friend, with that smile, holds out a hand-painted nails and asked me to vote for it, please.
quell'inchino But it was not a humble opinion go back to the voter. Bend your head yes, but it was a calculated gesture, limited, a bow of courtesy that he needed to get more time to continue to get about his business. His eyes were wide open, alert, ready to jump for the jugular when I did not oblige.
shivered. Better get started or I would be late.