For years I’ve written thrillers, dramas, fantasy; I’ve brought them with me to the island. This is the beginning of the last thing I wrote, the title is: The Beautiful Project of Stupid Woman Assunta. (Woman Assunta walks through the park with her husband Gino)
WOMAN ASSUNTA
Well, well, well, a lifetime of filling her pockets, and now what’s she doing? She’s decided to feed the poor… Well, well, well… a lifetime of being a snob, an emancipated woman, the one with the drugged daughter whom I take to five-thousand-a-month clinics… she’s tired of belonging to the miserable race of those who make their pockets jingle… well, well, well, she wants to save some junkie loser… every morning when I wake up I see her in her lovely bathrobe, her little legs all thin and groomed, looking like two toothpicks, the breasts costing ten thousand euros at the surgeon, and us? We’ve got calluses on our hands serving her… and everyone can see it, but now she doesn’t want to be part of the scum that’s ruined the world, but it doesn’t occur to her to become a builder, no! Well, well, well, she gives money to the poor and continues to sleep among pillows, and on Saturdays it’s shopping with her polished nails, so the poor will all be fine, and the only ones left doing forced labor will continue to be us, junkies will all be fine, but she’s not bringing any junkies home, no, help yes, but far from me!! Because they smell, and she’s not helping the homeless, I don’t want homeless people in my house because they smell even worse… and what about the gypsies, has she thought about them yet?... But of course she has, she’s definitely thought about it… (changes voice) one of these days I’ll invite one of them to eat the best pecorino I’ve got, aged! Or the pata negra, but with a cordial and a little prosecco, but don’t we want to give a nice prosecco to those filthy gypsies?... (pause) Dirty, bastards, and she’s a bastard too… someone should rape her Gino, well, well, well, and we can’t tolerate this… and we will give her a stop, we will, for sure.
WOMAN ASSUNTA
Well, well, well, a lifetime of filling her pockets, and now what’s she doing? She’s decided to feed the poor… Well, well, well… a lifetime of being a snob, an emancipated woman, the one with the drugged daughter whom I take to five-thousand-a-month clinics… she’s tired of belonging to the miserable race of those who make their pockets jingle… well, well, well, she wants to save some junkie loser… every morning when I wake up I see her in her lovely bathrobe, her little legs all thin and groomed, looking like two toothpicks, the breasts costing ten thousand euros at the surgeon, and us? We’ve got calluses on our hands serving her… and everyone can see it, but now she doesn’t want to be part of the scum that’s ruined the world, but it doesn’t occur to her to become a builder, no! Well, well, well, she gives money to the poor and continues to sleep among pillows, and on Saturdays it’s shopping with her polished nails, so the poor will all be fine, and the only ones left doing forced labor will continue to be us, junkies will all be fine, but she’s not bringing any junkies home, no, help yes, but far from me!! Because they smell, and she’s not helping the homeless, I don’t want homeless people in my house because they smell even worse… and what about the gypsies, has she thought about them yet?... But of course she has, she’s definitely thought about it… (changes voice) one of these days I’ll invite one of them to eat the best pecorino I’ve got, aged! Or the pata negra, but with a cordial and a little prosecco, but don’t we want to give a nice prosecco to those filthy gypsies?... (pause) Dirty, bastards, and she’s a bastard too… someone should rape her Gino, well, well, well, and we can’t tolerate this… and we will give her a stop, we will, for sure.
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