Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

Frank Iodice

considering any version of the Kamasutra from which one might deduce that there aren’t that many frontal positions compared to the ones in which the two lovers are turned in the same direction. Saud Bin had decided to do as he pleased. People have their own fixations, useless to try to understand them because sometimes they flutter this way and that l ike the leaves of trees. In that printing press, they manufactured, among other things, the shares of the Saudian General Oi l Corporation. Were those the ones Morel wanted to get his hands on? Maybe. Maybe he didn’t real ly care much about euros, he could have given those to Mel i , if she proved herself useful for a certain matter not yet clarified. Now in his studio, right under his eyes, Ciepiela had the watermark paper that had just been shown to Morel. Whi le a few ki lometers from the center of Naples, in an old farmhouse, there was the machinery used for the printing. It was al l there, transporting it to Mi lan hadn’t yet been possible, not even in a lorry, national trade underwent regular inspection and when the gains were that high, it wasn’t enough to offer the bundle inside the circulation booklet accompanied by the typical phrases that any lorry driver knows: can I buy you a coffee, officer? Or even, are you hungry, you want to eat with me? I’m eating, eating.

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