Debreefing
A crumbling train was entering the station of Vigevano. A very few people were allowed to climb, while the police slow checks were carried out after the attack at Podestà. Lisa and Saluzzi could therefore choose places in a deserted carriage. The man sit down Lisa at his side, to keep her hand. When the train left for Abbiategrasso, the girl regained her voice.
«Ah, so you have a half idea to marry me, huh?»
«Come on, Lisa! I have two, ten ideas. I was only speaking as would a fucker of High People. Imagine if I have any doubt!»
«And about hating to say goodbye to those you love before going on mission?»
«Well, that was before meeting you, Lisa.»
«Don’t believe to leave me at home to do laundry when you will go away.»
Saluzzi laughed, then embraced the girl.
«Not even dream it, Lisa! How I do without you? We are a normal family pagist, all home, cunt and ambushes.»
The girl became all red, then laughed, partly for embarrassment, partly for tenderness.
«Well so, Lisa. Relieve, it is important, at least when it can be done. Otherwise these things consume you from within.»
«Uhm, I think so. Yet I see the skull of Podestà exploding.»
«A purely mechanical effect. The small-caliber bullets, which are now the rule, have the defect digging a subtle furrow from side to side, very little mortal. But when crossing soft tissue, liquid impregnated, they create a wave of overpressure before the tip, which crushes cells, freeing liquids. The phenomenon is amplified and the pressure can become so high that in a closed environment like the skull, it can explode.»
«Brrr! I didn’t know. I had been in a polygon, I would be proud of the shot, but …»
«… But done on a person, you cannot feel proud. It’s because you are a good girl, Lisa. The point is that we haven’t chosen to create a system of exploitation of the majority in favor of a privileged few. How else we could convince these fucks to bring it to an end? No, hard as it may be, just as we like it, the only way is fight. As for the shooting it was
truly masterful, absolutely out of the reach of many. It was for me …»
«You hit yourself, Wolf.» – the girl interrupted.
«That’s right, but not where I focused, I don’t ashame to admit it. And my blow up would have procured twenty days in hospital. We would have risked so much for nothing. No, you are the artist of the gun in the family.»
«We would gladly without. I would prefer to be able cookink a good dinner to you, Wolf.»
«Just remove the steak from plastic before browning, and not throw the spaghetti in the pan with the whole box.»
The girl laughed.
«Up to this I can, although for the steak there will be very few opportunities to make mistakes. It has become a myth for the Low People. But d’you think that our action approaching the end of the regime?»
Saluzzi, before replying, made a grimace.
«A difficult question, Lisa. Perhaps our actions will understand to people that the regime is not invincible, that his destiny is not inevitable. I don’t hope to make all fight with the weapons – it takes particular talent and courage – but a little resistance to hits orders, that they have less afraid to protest, this yes. And they organize to do so. Perhaps with a little more popular support, we can move to the guerrillas, and later to release for a while shares of land. Perhaps. But no illusions, which are always counterproductive: the ancient regime, the fascism, it’s not fallen for the Resistance, but for loosing an external war. Certainly, the First Resistance was morally important, to redeem the collective guilt not being opposed to the regime, from the thousands of collusion and complicity in its development, from infamies accepted and committed to survive during its life; but it didn’t slaughter fascism, it was the war. And this time we haven’t this issue: we must do everything ourselves.»
«But there is a war in Iran, Wolf!»
«It seems terrible to say, but with the dead and maimed men which it accumulate over time, it will help us through grief and anger of fathers and mothers. But there is no possibility that Iranian army encroaches upon the country and break down the system as it was then.»
«Wolf, you define yourself a simple performer, but you know politics.»
«Well, Lisa, once determined an action, we, the military wing of FLIP, we are ready to obey and execute the task at best. But we are free men and women, despite all the difficulties of a clandestine life: we have the right to say our opinion. Although about democracy often I have ideas that I don’t share.»
«For example?»
«What would be the best form of government, if there weren’t too many rascals on one hand, and on other, even worse, too many idiots. If too many idiots, April 9, 2006, had not voted how they voted, it would still Italy, not the berlüscaland, the majority would not be in poverty, we should not kill, with a feeble hope in liberation, when we would prefer to live
our love.»
The train was finally entering the station of Abbiategrasso. When they noticed, Lisa commented:
«I have never been so glad of a late train as today. But enough politics, Wolf. Truly believe that we will succeed in sposarci and started families in this misery?»
«Lisa, I confide a secret to you. Our life will be difficult for our political choice, but we do not have money problems. Indeed, in my true identity, I am a member of the High People.»
«Ah!»
«Don’t say a Taliban ah, Lisa. Think to risks I run rather than enjoy the privileges of caste. I have not been driven by humiliation and misery, but by idea of freedom and justice, by disgust for this regime, although, personally, it reserved to me every advantage. And then, it is also an excellent coverage, as are unsuspected.»
Lisa was thinking, while the train resumed its journey, this said just as humor.
«You are right, Wolf. I had perceived alone at the bottom. You played too well the part who has money not to look after expenses, and is accustomed to shopping in luxury.»
«Look, Lisa, that not to suffer the misery is not a sin, if it isn’t at the expense of the misery of others. My business is outside the berlüscaland, in companies maybe of minor gain but ethics certified. Among other things, protected by rascals of our regime, which does not hesitate to fuck themselves. So, we will not have problems over time, except of
course the risks of our clandestine life.»
«What drove you to this choice, Wolf?»
«I told you, Lisa: love of freedom – which is another thing the privilege – and justice, and disgust for the regime. As regards justice, I mean even in a social sense. Not because I am fighting all become miserable, but because we can all have a good part of the world, as our right.»
After a pause, the man cleared:
«No illusion, Lisa. Even in a good democracy, there will always be those who are more rich and who is not. I’m not St. Francis of Assisi, but I would like to make someone happy. For example, if I see a girl with the snotty nose sticked to a shop window, drolling over for a dress, I would give her.»
Lisa laughed, recognizing yourself a little. Joking she gave him a handful on the shoulder.
«Meanwhile, I didn’t have the snotty nose, and I didn’t dirty any window. And then, I don’t agree so much on the girl.»
«Come on, Lisa! I don’t want other from girl to see a moment of happiness in her eyes. D’you think me a pedophile? Never under your age. In this shit regime, a similar gesture would be suspect, if he isn’t a bastard like us, he must be against us.» – after a laughter he continued – «And then you were really dirting the windows with the snotty nose, Lisa.»
They embraced laughing.
The love of simple hearts is like a field flower which cannot be contaminated, even blooming in a cow shit.
