The walkman
I got back up to find the hole in the pavement, it was still there where I remembered it. I peeked out and was happy to see a quick metallic glow, the object was still in its place. I called Giotto, that came stumbling, and pointed it to him barking. As if they were the easiest gestures in the world, and after all they were to him, he folded his shirt sleeve to not get it dirty and slid the rosy arm in the hole. When he saw that what he pulled out wasn’t a bone he glared at me and right after he started to play the offended one.
«Hand that grabs the shirt, then touches his bottom (You played me!)»
«Bau bau cai (Come on, don’t be mad. You don’t imagine how important it is to me... if I had told you the truth, chicken as you are you would’ve never helped me!)»
«Index finger p
