Ore 10.05, are also still in bed if the alarm has already sounded. Suddenly a cry from the upper floors, it is intense and desperate. I stand and I wonder if it was not just a figment of my imagination. Then, two shots. I get up and go to the kitchen and realized that it was not the only one to hear this scream. I have breakfast. From the window I see the silhouette of a police officer and car care. Simply, do not resist ... still in my pajamas I go out in the backyard to look around. At the sight of a litter there can be no doubt: something has happened, but what?
are restless, waiting for something to happen, I tend ears in the hall and stairwell. I hear voices from above, I want to understand what happened but I do not want to be nosy, because the situation could be complicated.
Back in my apartment, but with discretion by the window I keep an eye on things. Upon arrival of a pickup truck with "Hera-service funeral" shaking salt, there is a corpse. I look back, peered up the stairs, still shouting and footsteps, then the men with blue gloves carrying a body wrapped in white plastic to the outside.
Back in my apartment feeling like a real nosy. At the head of a thousand questions and the image of that white sheet. Who was that cry? Of those who found the body or the same before he died?
I hope to hear soon from some local newspaper reports the incident, or perhaps somewhere near the most nosy of me.
Serena Morandi
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