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Sometimes the meetings that changes your life suddenly captain. One rainy evening the doorbell rings you.
- Who is it?
- Julian.
- Who?
- Open.
You are in front of a rain soaked blond emaciated and wearing a gray raincoat and dark glasses.
- I can feel a bit 'here?
- Maybe. Who the fuck are you?
- Julian Assange.
- You are what you search around the world?
- Yes
So see you soon with your wife in the meantime has peeped behind you.
- What do you say, we do get in?
- Fuck no, is wanted for rape!
- Maybe it's just a way to discredit him.
- Ok, but let them remove their shoes I washed the floor.
is how we welcomed the founder of Wikileaks. We fed, quenched, and for the guest room.
*** More than two months that Julian lives with us and has created a pleasant harmony. We offer him room and board, and he reciprocates by giving us some advice to improve our lives. He seems to know all about it the world and we follow his suggestions without asking too many questions: is the oracle of the house.
- Julian, we go to the supermarket. You need something?
- No. But it would be prudent now not to buy bananas from South America.
- Why?
- Do as I say: no bananas.
Everything feels better since he's there. My family is in good shape, we are happy, carefree, eat better and do sports. Julian has brought the magic home. The children adore him, call him uncle Wiki. The internet goes faster. I'm also putting aside a nice nest egg thanks to the advice of Julian on online trading. Even my wife, After initial reluctance, he took a liking to. Now spend much time together, even at night. She says that talk of the geopolitical balance in Central Asia after the fragmentation of 1991, then back to bed relaxed and much more than before. He too is good, is pretty quiet, apart from the time he got a text message signed Lee Harvey Oswald. Julian is helping us to better understand the environment in which we live, our neighborhood, our neighbors. We are opening the mind. One day has brought us together in the living room and dug out of his pocket a bunch of papers written in pencil.
- Are you ready?
- Yes
- Eleanor, the girl in the third floor is the daughter Moscardelli lady, but Mr. Moscardelli.
- Julian Are you sure? Like him a lot!
- Is it an accident. Mrs. Morabito podiatrist with the broom in front of the building.
- I knew it, damn it! She has perfect feet that woman.
- The administrator has only one kidney.
- Ok, Sticazzi.
- Mr. Brugnetti is pissing on your door, not the dog.
- Ah.
- The Chinese on the first floor is dead.
- But I saw him half an hour ago ...
- is dead.
***
Today we announced that Julian needs to go. - There are other families who have need me before I arrest - he said. We were very upset, but basically we expected. It was nice while it lasted. Now it's time to take stock of recent months and take the good things he taught us Julian. We must understand that we can move forward with our legs with the new awareness that this meeting has given us. Flat for my wife one last time to talk with him, he says, supported by the CIA to the Contras in Nicaragua in the '80s, while I stay with the children.
- Dad, it's true that his uncle is a terrorist electronic Wiki?
- Where did you hear that?
- on TV.
- Now in this house, the tv does not look più.
- Dove vai?
- A dire due parole al signor Brugnetti.
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