' s time to start over. I sit in my place while the new dealer starts the first round. The bald man is visibly upset. The maniac probably not even noticed the change, so he stuck his head in his arms in despair of having lost all that money. The other players with his eyes looking for me. Make me a nod, as if they understood what I did. What I am concerned.
If they too were aware that they were not spoken before? The old
I sat down near his head before bringing it to mine.
- Do you think the penguin is at our table?
I shrugged my shoulders in response.
- I think not! - Continued - Angelo is the only one who wins and I know it is not him, the other for the time they did play too stupid to be professionals.
- You could be old, basically I do not know you - I tell him.
- Maybe be so good as to merit a nickname to the table - while he raised his head and goes to her place to read the cards.
I was not there for the glory, I was not there just for the money, I was there for revenge.
I went in search of professional poker. In sottobar, in casinos, apartments in "safe". I used to invite people they know from the tables, where I had lost on purpose to impute to me the image of the chicken and then another evening, the real one, I played as I can and taken away at least ten times the amount invested.
Within an hour I removed all the chips to the bald. Let stand the other, I said just forget it and dedicate themselves to the cash game tournaments where you pay a modest buy-in to avoid the risk of being very early in his underwear.
I offered to drink the old man that this time I had questions, but looked at me in agreement.
edge of the bar, the bald even tried to threaten me with a crowbar, maybe that's why others were afraid of him.
was enough to calm him a quick look at my girlfriend under his jacket.
People are the cards in their hand. I managed to convince everyone that I was playing with the highest point of them. My blood alligator. This is a gift that gave me life from day to day.
Of that particular day I remember the sound of the radio-controlled toys. I was sitting on the floor. I was five. A red corduroy overalls, barefoot in front of the terrace. The SuperFox Nikko went in and out of the window by jumping on the edge of the tiles.
My mother came up behind me, holding his hands over his eyes and approached me said
- you Remember that movie we saw a few days ago, the animals of the ice? - I remember the warm voice and at times sobbing.
- you remember that my mother had to leave the puppy for a long time and left the baby with dad? -
Mossi head up and down, close his hands still between now began to tremble.
- See my baby, even your mother now has to leave for so long, but you'll come back as do the mothers of those pups, I'll be my baby, my baby come back .-
I remember the hot tears on my hair blacks.
remember that freed her head and turned toward her.
"Mama do not cry" I would have liked to say.
At that moment I took the first mental picture of my life.
I turned to see her not crying, it was remote-controlled machine hood and the wheels continued to spin in a vacuum.
The last words I heard from my mother were:
- hello baby, hello my penguin.
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