For several reasons, and in recent years that most do not go to the village of the province in which I live. It happened, however, that he obtained the honorary citizenship another village in the province which I happened to find a job. So after 5 years, my adoptive country has given me a new bar - with more drunks, new fools, new and old screamers, new village idiot bartenders and new - a new library (the first heat I had it ), a new square, a new food store of trust and so on so forth. The fact that I often find this place to work has made sure that the people I talk to are also, for the most part at least, there people who work there. In particular, what I impezza is more often the fruit (it will be because I am a vegetarian?). I talk about religion. I see in me a lost sheep, forse? Mai lo sapremo. Quello che so di certo è che le nostre conversazioni si sono sempre limitate a uno scambio di vedute riguardo la fede, del tipo "Io non credo" "Io credo che Dio esista in tutta la natura" "Stronzate!" "No, ma, perché...". Insomma, quel pover'uomo ha trovato in me una bella gatta da pelare. Una gatta scettica, comunista, montanara e di pianura al tempo stesso, cinica, bastarda e così via, così via.
Ma, come dicevo, fino a quel giorno il mio rapporto con quell'uomo è rimasto su un piano civile. Ma quel giorno ha fatto un errore madornale. Mi ha fatto leggere. Entro nel negozio, mi servo, vado alla cassa e quello mi mette davanti un libricino da quattro money such as "A thought a day for 365 days" and I said "read, read here." I read. He speaks of reincarnation. I finish and say "well, it is an idea," he makes "you understand, then? If you behave badly you reincarnate and do a bad life, born and maybe you'll be treated badly. For atonement, you understand?". I, I did not even warm the valves on the brain, I answered "yes, of course it is also the point of view ...". Then I go out, do a few steps, the fresh morning air slapped me for good and start to think about what I've read and heard from the grocery store, it is inevitable, it is a job that I can not control.
I thought, but what do these sellers door to door of destiny these promoters of karma (but do not really know what it is), these knights of eternal reincarnation? These robbers "everything happens for a reason," what they want from me? I do not buy the vacuum cleaner of the divine plan. If my neighbor is leukemia, though he's only 7 years, I can only think that the risk of "if it is deserved, maybe he was Adolf Hitler? No, my grocery store, I can tell you is just "Suca!" (But not I told you, have a quiet life for me).
Then, returning to work, I changed my mind. And if he was right? If everything happened for a sort of divine nemesis?
So I thought that if I give him a punch on the nose, or one eye, could not never blame me, would rather see me as a brute instrument in the hands of Almighty God. In fact, if I decide to give him a kick on his shin, I could discover that this was, as I know, at least one lawyer. If you invest with the car, I bet that in his previous life was the money-lender.
depends on me.
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