The liberation
When I had started to lose hope, the door opened and Giotto came in smiling with a triumphing expression.
«Bau» I made looking at the clock. «Ronf... fiii... ronf... fiii (But how long did you take? I was falling asleep!)» I added with my eyes closed.
«Fingers wrapped around the thumb, hand moving back and forward towards him, then arms spread open that go up and down (But what are you saying? I practically flew!)»
I leaned my nose towards the door (Let’s go, it’s late!).
He stopped to look at his feet, he looked annoyed.
«Baaauuuhh...? (What’s wrong now?)» I asked him exasperated.
«Hand pointing feet (I’m not used to walk barefoot anymore!)»
He took the shoes, tied the shoelaces among themselves and placed them around his neck to make them dangle at the sides of his
