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Once upon a time ...

train, a young mother spoke of books with her friend. Books and children.

"I do not have a minute for me - the friend said - other than reading! I miss so much those lazy Sundays on the couch, with Patricia Cornwell ... "

" Nah, I like to hurt me with Moravia - the friend replied, laughing - But only at night, in bed, when there's that beautiful silence. Otherwise I do not concentrate. "

The young mother nods, for a while 'both remain silent, perhaps to chase something, I do not know. I like to watch the travelers feel those reassuring platitudes style "there are between seasons," or those "Oh my lady, in my time ..." for those older people that when there will be no more than we realize, with regret, that will not be anyone to tell, at that time.

"Your daughter law?"

dialogue resumes.

"Who, what? Imagine! You presissima from facebook and Hello Kitty! Ten years old and already it seems to me an alien, among other brands and stupid! "

" Yes, but ... you've never read the stories? "

gets interesting, try this trouble.

"Stories? What stories?!? I have twisted the evening, I need a movie or some nice little fight a Porta a Porta. And my husband is obsessed with the old Westerns on DVD, you know those of Sergio Leone? Other than fantastic! Do not have time for these stories ... "and continue talking, talking, this time not more than books, but with television, and what I hoped it did not happen. So, I have rambled on ...

resent the symbol of Carousel, the sound of dishes under the water, my mother who arranges. I see my father with me in room, I remember the rule "to bed after Carosello" arguing that no one ... I slip under the covers, disappears for a moment, then back to me with books. And law. Reads every night, every night for years, loudly, filling my room with strange animals, funny characters, spells and starry skies, carrying with him in the fantastic journey that is reading. Today I am the driver with my little helmet secure, tomorrow the passenger, with a lot of baggage unlikely.

And when I fall asleep, my mother reached victorious. It does not matter if the movie began some time ago, liked the fairy tales more.

... And you, still love?