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Chapter 2 °

Maurizio

h and excitement! Sixteen years and take all alone for the first time, five in the morning, a bus that eventually takes you to dreamland. Maybe I felt like Pinocchio? Perhaps the trip to the land of toys had to beat him to the heart and cause him the same thrill. Perhaps he felt ready to be the master of the world. I was. With my torn jeans, which were then only the prerogative of the real beggars and not a must. The strategic rumpled sweater, wide and ragged. I love that giant sweater, sometimes we slept inside. The long hair, curly hair, which made me a contemporary Medusa, ready to cut stone those who dared to obstruct the path.

Then the train.

The hustle and bustle of life that I have always eaten did not agree to that expected for central Milan as precise instructions of his uncle. So I get on one for Parma. And from there I can find only one door to Milan Garibaldi, which leads me out of the precise path that I had been assigned. Nell'ottantadue mobile phones were science fiction, so phone with a chip that came to his uncle's house to ask what to do. After the accusations to be somewhere else in the city tells me that in future I will have the words repeated thousands of times " Get a taxi and tell him to bring in Monte Napoleone, the two" "Uncle I have no money!" "Do not worry I'll pay" . This is the first taxi in my life ....

" Monte Napoleone in two!" hope that you do not pay in advance! Why look at me the driver? I look down and see my knees get out of jeans, I understand! Do you think that is a ragged and take it around! "please Monte Napoleone, the two are waiting for me" , good, you say like a queen! Fact part!

do not remember anything but the route to Milan to see my uncle in uniform waiting for me in front of the shop is a relief. The driver stops and make him pompous I opened the door " Please Miss, wait" and shows me the inside. God, how I reach out to close the gaping mouth of the driver.

I'm going to set foot inside the Gucci shop. Then it was just Gucci leather goods and sports. I had the honor of being present at the first show of the great absolute fashion brands. A few days before had phoned home to my father's brother: " you like to see the parade of Gucci?", "Uncle I do not want to study tailoring sportswear! And Gucci is old "," You're wrong there will be first show ". And now here I am: a step by myth. A firm hand on my shoulder, I turn and see two deep blue eyes, identical to those of my father, staring at me, angrily, from the bottom: " not touch anything, do not talk to anyone, do not move from there, wait for it after we errands, now I must go. "

He disappears inside, I expect, I want to savor this moment. I look around at the right is a giant bronze statue, horrible! Clumsy, ugly, " I'll never understand modern art," how wrong I was! Now I'm thousands of miles to riempirmici eyes and soul, but then again I had begun to unravel the tangle which would clue me in since led to visit the major museums in the world. So that mass of copper made me turn up their nose.

It is time, and within walking distance. The railings and drapes affixed to the window does not allow you to understand what is inside. One step. What noise is deafening. Another step. I'm in! Drills, hammers, dirty people, chaos and disappointment. No. That can not be paradise. Dozens of people busy in a thousand jobs are dancing a dance that I do not understand. I think the only thing I can do is sit in a corner. So I understand that they are dismantling the store and set up a walkway to serve as a natural continuation one of the two flights of stairs that descend from the second floor.

" Come let us go," c ome a dog I would follow the relative.

We climb up a magnificent machine. " where do we go?" "Airport, I take two" An airport! I've never seen. I look out the window at the buildings and people, how many people.

Airport! How exciting. My uncle is holding a placard with the names. Suddenly I see them: beautiful. One, in particular, attracts my attention. As tall as me, but she seems higher because it does not walk, fly. E 'in the air. High heels, thin legs, skirt impalpable that caresses the ankle. Must be a queen, a princess. It 's beautiful, it's the only thing I can think of. We align to the exit. The uncle in front, behind them and I, last. While walking I try to imitate it, I copy the way it supports only the tip of the foot on the ground, some with my shoes do not get the same effect. She gets in his car, nay! She flies like a butterfly flying machine in a window on a summer's day, and you are not watching that caressed by a gust of magic that emanates from its wings.

All the way that I do not steal, the rearview mirror, images of this girl amazing. I see how it moves, how he speaks, I drink your breath and try to replicate, although the pace of her breasts rising and falling with his breath to enter into symbiosis with her. I decide that "grew up" would become like her. Elegant, haughty, proud and divine.

arrival the girls go up for tests and I get to live once again the order not to move and not talk to nobody, abandoned in the pit of the preparation. I take possession of my corner and began to attend Mass in the making of the show. Down the first girls. Nice clothes but nothing that had not already seen or that I could not make me too. And then the technical Available as leaders, that make me even horror.

How can all those people not to notice errors so glaring? Absurd color combinations, which are trendy and are not disruptive, they are just ugly and that's it. Defects huge fit, and then the spots that the balustrade of the staircase reflects poorly clean background, even the labels visible and many other imperfections that are permanently down my interest.

so I begin to look at what really attracts my attention: the road. Smart people who spend all rushed, or taken from Mr inscrutable thoughts, girls dressed in the latest fashion that I do not deign to look.

" Hello, Who are you? " I turned and saw a man with large dark-rimmed glasses who looks at me with curiosity and interest. "I am the grandson of the driver Mr. Gucci. I came to see the parade. " "How is it then look out?" " Because here is tedious and can not do their job, good for Gucci bags do not make clothes" . "But you're sector" , and I with all the pride that you can have at sixteen, I say: "Sure ! I am a seamstress and taught sewing " He is not at all impressed as I want it to be, but it makes me a question I'm proud, " you, what would you change?!" and I am a river, a river, poured upon the whole accumulated disappointment in the afternoon telling how they can not be so egregious errors like those. I do a detailed summary of everything that I changed, and he makes me talk without interrupting. Finally I asked: "Are you the niece of the driver of Mr. Gucci, right? " Fuck! - I think - I got in trouble uncle! Now as I do. " "Yes, but he misses, I just had to stay here to look good!" " Well now I must go, hello."

and disappears down a hallway. I worried, I can already see my uncle fired! " Now I do?"

While I try to invent a plausible story for the wriggling awkwardly just combined, I see it go down. My butterfly! He puts one foot after another as if there were no gravity. The dress lives on. The body and the fabric as they dance lovers. Register mind every single movement of the hands, arms, a move that makes the neck to whip the air with her hair.

"A nch'io will become such a woman! "

is the covenant that I do with myself! And my butterfly, when it leaves the runway, if you carry my sorrow for the trouble that I would do. After half an hour , finally bored, I decide to leave. I start to walk down the street and I get kidnapped from Milan.

After a time I can not define the entry but I have returned a little one man stopped me and tracagnotto " Where Do You Go? "" Inside! " As if it were the most obvious thing in the world." course, now the beggars are from Gucci ", he says looking at me from below. then I remember that I was dressed Fatton ! "I am the grandson of ... I came to see the parade, call my uncle! "" Of course I later so you do what you like, steal what you want here, go away or I'll call the police! " Well, now I kill my uncle, I know!

Luckily I see him looking out, his face purple, "Where were ! I'm looking for an hour! "" He does not make me go! ", I was saved! "From hurry, take this tray and bring it on" I take the huge tray full of drinks and snacks and I start on the ramp opposite to that which served as a catwalk! Completely focused on not to drop all, I find myself in a room full of busy people, I look up and

... they were all naked!

girls to be dressed like dolls, without the slightest shame. I can not speak and do not know where to look.

Then she appears. My brain has a short circuit. It is not her, but she did say it was the SHIT! She has breasts and has ... I remember today as the sound of my brain that shatters like glass tray that I let go. I hear the splashing of the beverage on the legs, the eyes of everyone in my direction, some people approached me, but I'm staring at something that should not be there! I do not understand! So do not

speak or family or at school about sex, let alone hermaphrodites.

Not even the trannies had never been appointed, at sixteen I could not understand what could have happened. I had the chaos within me.

And she stares at me, is approaching, I am to caress her face whispering: " Treasury has never seen an angel, right?" fingers touch me I get an intense emotion, intimate, strong, what I will understand it was only after an orgasm. A transcendental experience.

Suddenly everything disappears. There remains only my shame.

pick up the pieces and try to powder, but in my mind that the film runs only hand that I touches and the words:

" Treasury has never seen an angel, right?" ...

not remember the journey home and as I did to prepare me. I remember I was sewing a beautiful dress, which emphasized my body, which had nothing to envy to that of the models, and then put my high heels ...

My uncle from the invitation that I must show the entry for him to take the "Gucci". Guarding the door is the hatch afternoon. I support the call in the basket, looking into his eyes. Lights, recognized me and whispers, " Congratulations, a great change ". It is guaranteed to be beautiful. Inside there are all sorts of people, with Arab robes and turbans, elegant ladies with hair colors and other absurd people who flaunts money. After half an hour already collect calls on a boat and two of four bids for the post-parade festivities. My eyes store every detail, every word. Start! Everything is perfect! It seems that a spell has been just made. He disappeared the dirt, his clothes put accessories suitable hours, and disappeared by magic defects and mismatches.

then drops her, or him, no, the angel. As I am totally

kidnapped. Maybe it's a man, or maybe it's a woman, but what do I care! I want to be her! Indeed not ... I want her! I want her physically, I want to touch, kiss, breathe! I want her!

For some long moments, our eyes meet and I lose. Then he turns and goes up the scale. Everything ends up leaving a bitter taste! I want it.

spent in a room for the buffet. A rose to all the ladies, then salmon and caviar. I had never tasted. I do strength and put them in the mouth.

" God ... henceforth only eat salmon and caviar! " Even my ego is fleshed out with dozens of calls and lots of compliments until they feel" Miss, please, they want there. " You my uncle, and the tone does not bode well behind that fake obsequiousness. " If I broke your heart now, not dying anymore! " I follow him. As soon as we were in the corridor Who did you talk today? " ," With no uncle, " " Are you sure? " ," I dropped the tray! "," Not I think it's a tray "," Where are we going? "Now shut up and then we'll talk about."

Marie Antoinette to the scaffold! From the palace to the guillotine! I'm a tornado of emotions. We go into an office and there is the man with whom I spoke in the afternoon!

" did you like the show?" , " is nice, they put in place a bit 'of things ..." , I think the parent has failed oxygen. "Well . I've enjoyed the pleasure! " Reach out" Pleasure, Maurizio Gucci " ," But Gucci is not an old man? " From laughter I understand that my thinking is done out loud! " you referring to my grandfather, I believe! " .
You may want to die twice in one day?? " I congratulate you, I have applied all your suggestions and I'm wondering if you would like to come and work for us." , "No sir not kill me, I changed my mind! Wait! "," I ...!?!", "You talent and audacity, will you career! So what do you think? " ," Mr Gucci I. .. I ... " ," Just Mr. Gucci, Maurizio are now on! "

It was Maurizio!