A “warrior of light” for all wishes

At the level of the staff room, Cardamone slams his screen under my nose. He says they can’t take away even one point from us for the capital gains-Osimhen issue, he wants me to read the public statement of a German lawyer. At this precise moment I don’t feel like it, I leave him to read it aloud by himself and he doesn’t even notice that I have left him, him and his expressive reading.

By 4 E. Cinzia Cute is on Instagram. I ask her about Guinzella. Right away, she says to me, without taking her eyes off the images. She makes me want to snatch it from her hands. I control myself. That’s enough! Let’s start! Cell phones in the bag and notebook on the desk. Force!. With different times but everyone does it. Cute the last one, but immediately she informs me that Daria’s problem is a slight hikikomori and therefore I don’t have to worry too much. She was just about to send her a video that surely would have convinced her to leave the room, if only I hadn’t interrupted her. And then she just stands silent with a face like what do you do now, what was so important and urgent to stop my rescue action. I ignore her and start explaining something. Halfway through the lesson, I see her taking her cell phone back. I’m about to scream but faster: Daria! She contacted me. Must we abandon it altogether, prof?

After 4E, I have an hour to spare. Passing in front of the staff room I find Carlina, in one of her blue sheath dresses, who in a faint voice is blaming her mother for some failure to supervise the work of a plumber. I imagine the poor mortified old woman, with tears in her eyes and her hair all white. I’m writing to you now, mum, I’m writing to you now…, threatens Carlina.

I make a U-turn and take refuge in the bar. Here Franco is controlling the odds of the Indonesian Liga 1. At this time only they play. Question of time zones. I ask him for a coffee. Then he runs away from me to say that we are all going crazy with these cell phones. Then Franco raises his eyes from the screen for a moment and looks at me.

And you don’t, Arturo, you don’t even have a cell phone now….

Had Chiara been around, I could have replied that we need to look and listen, or something like that… But Chiara isn’t there, and so I explain to him that last night I had a dream. And that in the dream there was this warrior of light, someone I had to know, but it was a decisive meeting, which I absolutely had to do, and there was a great tension in the dream, and I couldn’t handle it, and so I woke up suddenly and I darted to my desk to check who this goddamn warrior of light was, but in my haste my cell phone escaped me and smashed on the floor. already in assistance, I conclude.

Start making coffee. I keep silent thinking of this warrior of light as someone capable of making Guinzella go back to school tomorrow or kissing Chiara again or abandoning her forever. Or guess all the Indonesian Liga 1 results this morning. Really.