evening arrived at the station a girl named Paola. As if it were the most obvious was close to our group of drinkers, along the first track, and asked for a glass, pouring the red wine all over a river of words that have long wanted to tell, non importa a chi e come. Paola viene da Viterbo, è appena arrivata col treno. Ha venticinque anni ma ne dimostra molti meno. Occhiali rettangolari, un berretto a pompon bianco e blu, calze di lana verde pistacchio che vanno a infilarsi dentro un paio di anfibi neri allacciati con stringhe giallo fosforescente. Le mani in tasca, una sciarpa rossa e un piumino nero. Paola è già mamma, a casa ha un bambino di un anno e mezzo, ci dice, strizzando gli occhi con insistenza, con un tic nervoso. " Me l'hanno tolto i servizi sociali ", aggiunge. Il suo ex è un alcolista. Nelle pause del discorso arriccia le labbra all'insù e stringe un po' gli occhi. Prende tempo. Ora l'ha pure lasciata, sta con la sua migliore friend, "she bell'amica . He shakes hands in the air. Jane is a girl. Sweet, tender, do you understand on how you look, naive, do you understand how to watch others. Paola loves the club, she likes to dance on the cube on Saturday night. I do not know her though. Paola also like making love. This, too, his do not.
Daughter of a large family, is the smallest of the house. At fourteen he began to run away from Viterbo to go dancing to disco. At fifteen, a policeman who had accompanied her to the police station he groped for a control by force, he says, shaking his head. At nineteen years instead of a gang of boys, Romanian, brought her into the car in the country and thrown on the grass of a field wet from the night. There, like wolves, have stolen her virginity to the beatings. Still waiting for the process, reported them. Jane is a naive girl, tender, simple. Paola has a great need for affection. He surrounded himself with men and almost every time someone takes advantage of her. Paola is a bit 'lost, lost in the wires in the air of a world view that puts half of those who try as she loves butterflies.
Paola is a face, like so many that the way you propose for the event. Prompt, passing like a train on the track, fleeting, like the headlights of a car at night.
[From "Rome homeless , December 26, 2005]
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