Camuffo. Via Galluppi... - 9791280895776

Camuffo. Via Galluppi...: "Quando entravo in casa della nonna, in via Galluppi, dove lei abitava e dove aveva racimolato qualcosa dei suoi mobili e ricordi, in quella piccola casa popolare al secondo piano assegnata dalla Prefettura, la zia amante della pulizia fino all'esasperazione, faceva un'ispezione generale, mi dava tanto fastidio, ma dovevo ubbidire. In quella stanza spiccava una vetrina con qualche pezzo in argento ed un divano stile Liberty dalla seduta strettissima, dove io salivo su e osservavo le signore giocare a carte, sedute intorno a quel tavolo lucido, mi distraevo solo per ammirare le mie scarpe blé lucidatissime. Partecipava al tavolo la signora Bugliari, distinta ed ordinata sempre col suo bastone nero lucido , la signora Bosan Joly e di tanto in tanto mia madre. Non potevo toccare ne il bastone nero della signora Bugliari ed i suoi guanti, ne i ninnoli in argento, era regola ferrea. Dallo specchio grande, dalla cornice in oro, vedevo 4 camuffi e mamma giocare con accanimento, m'infastidiva, la preferivo mentre preparava le conserve ed i bucatini a mio padre. S'impersonava, mi innervosivo. "Chiedo scusa, ma stasera il tavolo salta, ho dei problemi" Disse lei entrando a passo svelto."
"When I entered my grandmother's house, in Via Galluppi, where she lived and where she had scraped together some of her furniture and memories, in that small council house on the second floor assigned by the Prefecture, the aunt who loved cleanliness to the point of exasperation, made a general inspection, she bothered me so much, but I had to obey. In that room there was a display case with a few pieces of silver and an Art Nouveau sofa with a very narrow seat, where I climbed up and watched the ladies play cards, sitting around that shiny table, I was distracted only to admire my shiny blue shoes. Mrs. Bugliari, distinguished and orderly with her glossy black cane, Mrs. Bosan Joly, and from time to time my mother, attended the table. I couldn't touch Mrs. Bugliari's black cane and her gloves, nor the silver trinkets, it was an iron rule. From the large mirror, with the gold frame, I could see 4 camouflages and my mother playing fiercely, she annoyed me, I preferred her while she prepared preserves and bucatini to my father. He was impersonated, I got nervous. "I beg your pardon, but tonight the table will blow up, I'm in trouble," she said, walking in at a brisk pace.