Pandraw showed the badge of the secret services, who legally changed-had-an international value, and entered the enclosed area. The car ahead of him
fuchsia. He had to lay on him.
That guy in the car was not the most dangerous, but if he had been sent to South Africa (South) to follow that track a reason he had to be there. But he did not know which. Forget those agents
superintuitivi and Saputelli. They are legends. Mythology. As the lights in pinstripes, with a cigarette for a blonde to finger and arm will be even existed, for heaven's sake, but in a distant and hazy (just) past. Not here. Nor is there.
Pandraw knew nothing. You're welcome. No file. Zero.
Arrivals just a communication from superiors, the media every three hours. It almost always meant to take the car, stalk and communicate on the move.
He had with him any clothes elegant blondes or to cuddle. No weapons nor seduction. Nor clearly weapons of seduction. Only a bulletproof vest-unbearable heat-wearing under a tourist safari in which they stole his wallet from the airport. It was more of grassotteli
harmless middle-aged who were wandering the street with rainbow robes and smiles sticky to promote "World Cup of redemption."
had "even" a permit to take a gun to the nearest gun shop if necessary (but the density of gun stores in South Africa is not from New Mexico or something). What kindness.
He felt like a football player (american) who finds himself having to play lacrosse against children and seniors on Sunday morning at the park. It 'a broken man. "The reasons are all" piagnucolerà after the game, as an excuse to defend themselves by the gentle pat on the shoulder that will devote smaller opponents. O will do some shit.
But returning to work kit, belonged to him, finally, 37 years old and badly worn an attachment to his country slightly above the average (to access the services you need, even if only slightly). Since I was there, really, really little.
He entered so that night in the opening stage of the World Cup and, with all those vuvuzelas that flutter at the sides of the window, he thought he was there for two months but had already sick and tired of that nation. Now all so spirited and superficial. Redeemed. The sidetrack.
He could not work as they should, perform its mission. If that was purgatory, his ass would do well to learn Ave Maria (even in the Afrikaans language) if they did not want to finish roasting. Hell was upon us. It is not the heat that it announces its colors. Think. If heaven is the brightest light there is, that negates all differences and show the truth, the opposite is not the darkness of the grave (no, that's a scenario too illogical and démodé, medieval studies), but the return of all the colors in bulk. The caleidoscaos. And what's more colorful clothes of the old South Africa or their instruments or that tacky damned flag used as well as diapers for babies? To a law enforcement officer born in the United States of America after the era of protests, he has never seen a true hippie at home but it preserves the archetype (and fear) from the depths of the prejudices of the uterus, the Beast is a South African Modern. Docile, radiant, but when you want to cancel. Whether you like it or not, the Devil is frikkettone. And hell-yes-the flames do not prevail, but the smoke ... thousands and thousands of guns to Marija (Mary-juana poor).
shakes off the vision of the afterlife that frightened him. Inaction by mirages. He had to give an alarm.
entered the stadium following at a distance the man and his escort.
The lawn was filling up with families, groups of girls with luminescent green horns to stand or young men with hats and multicolor stripes of barefoot children stealthily entered or left free to run towards the bright video screens.
Seeing all this confusion, Pandraw do not feel the terror, anxiety ecstatic that he had wrapped a few minutes before it was merged from the heart to the stomach. And in that moment, the federal defender just want to eat a cheeseburger multilayer: definitely has stuff from the throng. Earth, the United States. Unfortunately, there were (at least in the stadium) inviting local by the name "Johannecheesburg.
But looking around he saw a kiosk at the right stage of smoking.
As he approached, his eyes towards the light of international scrutiny became more and more rare. Nobody would have called. That type and his henchmen were harmless. Then inhaled the smells of spices and disturbing and, in his turn, burst out, no more so: "Three and three sosaties vetkoek! Please and quickly."
He began to eat at the counter and begin to focus on patriotic ground beef. What was happening to him? It was the road to perdition. Or maybe playing in the background or the sudden light of laser lights that struck him blend in well with the spicy flavors, now sharpening hours upon application. In any case quell'altalena from under the cradle and the matchmaker was a feeling of peace is somewhat soporific.
Pandraw remained for perhaps ten or fifteen minutes with that look on his face by a genuine Jamaican, when it was rocked by a sudden trill.
spun and hit the radio with his elbow resting on the shelf. The device ended up on the ground. The worst thing was not his move awkwardly, but with one eye during a fall that saw the flashing red button, the emergency, never active until then and now was back off: damn transmitter sold as indestructible was really out of order. Christ, the light stops flashing. A lamp with no light, absurd! Now that the interim guidelines were talking, after days of calm interrupted only by sudden temperature changes often.
group looked at the suspect and saw that whispering. The delicious food was finished.
absolutely had to go home to take the radio backup to understand orders. Hours straight.
Or imagine what to do and get a revolver. And shoot that chicken thief. And do away with the monotony of a humble mission.
Initiative by stress. He decided to kill him.
But how? He had almost learned to relax into that hole of sultry weather.
But duty is duty. Therefore had to improvise intelligently, as a good piece of intelligence.
had money with him. From its shares even though they are called mat do not know French.
decided to bribe a guard at the entrance to lend him a gun.
He walked away. And he met just two gorillas in the security. Clothing candy pink and yellow slush. Just for a change.
-gentlemen, I am an agent. I would like a gun-and showed them with one hand while the card with the other four fingers high a bribe. He had no time to lose. How
-chief? Do not joke. This has become a new nation. No corruption. For us two-
Ah, yes, you are always two, although the gun will give me one. It is right .- He doubled the offer.
The two looked at him, smiled blatantly.
Then one ran his hand through his bushy hair, handed him the butt of his gun and took the grain. Done deal.
Pandraw's eyes lit up. It was neither satisfied with the deal, not a regurgitation the spicy food. Finally after a month had holes in bastard enemy. Bounty killer instinct that attacks routine receptionist.
made sixteen steps forward and pointed toward the guy. She took the safety with your thumb. The index is always his duty to contact the trigger.
Unless you link the same moment a pistol to his temple.
-do not do this, brother. No you did not even explain. The calm is sacrosanct
.- The policeman in the pink could blow your head at any moment.
-I did not say you can not settle the score with this guy-he went on. -Even here in this stadium. In the midst of women and children in celebration. We made a pact. E 'none of your business. But not now. Now is moment of charm and listening. You are about to go on stage the son of the great Ali Farka Toure. Now he plays Mali, not evil. " A written
blue flashed on the screen behind a chubby man in a tunic and elegant red beret and his band. Vieux Farka Touré
could read.
And then further down the word Fafa was surrounded by sparkling stars of pixels. The digital reproduction was trying to make his magic value. Empathy, solidarity, link: this means in Mali. Everyone in Africa knows that. Responsible spells, respect, music.
Pandraw lowered the gun, imitated from the Pink Panther. A crippling
guitar solo was followed by a clear voice, yet cavernous. Ispiegabile.
orchestra Martian rocker bazaar and percussionists from prehistoric bones of advanced stage took her hand.
Strange beings, half animal, half puppet danced in every direction. Ola breakdance. Luminescence and tric trac. Kisses and eyes on the horizon, where the past meets the hominids with the future of the Third Age, of the Meetings of the Third Kind, the Third World.
In the midst of those faces staring expression Pandraw but knew he would never find the guy who hounded.
No more would return home.
Why this place was the navel of the world. And those people do not flaunted
superficiality, but much sought-heartedness. It was not
Heaven or Hell would be.
E 'Africa, brother.
Always a little 'to the south of your thoughts.
Copyright © 2010 Gianmarco Galuppo 
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