#laughingsoasnottocry

Enzo Maolucci ‎– Un giorno da leone

"In the ghetto where I teach, I hate union diplomacy. My relationship with the school, I confess, I would like to be purely sexual. The girls in the class have butts that can drive you crazy. The principal reminds me of Lana Turner and has a smile like a Nazi 'maitresse'. I say everything and I'm screwed; they've suspended me and then reported me, but I turn to a friend, a party official.
With him, I keep spilling my guts. I laugh at Berlinguer and his compromise. I talk as a pessimist: even Marxist faith brings anguish. I want to take action and make my revolution.
But he says, in a Bolshevik tone: "I don’t know what you’re looking for, my friend!" And I: "Your wife's thighs, which know my desires!". There’s a scuffle, I run away, and take shelter in a pizzeria. (Better to be an idiot with a meal than a starving lion)."