Wedding Program Wording

One day in the prosecution, except for questioning .... I

Exchange, the night before, for the umpteenth time, a place of hospitality.
L'Aquila, a comfortable sofa.
Dinner with black rice and pomegranate, lemon's mom will be to close.
Washing Machine 1000 rpm spin cycle with double, for the shirt to dry overnight, taken from the container. Stretch to warm and light jacket riestratta integrates the car, lilac and red tie, jeans already washed and ironed.
Internet connection, printing of the last things to be added to the file kept in the prosecution. Thankfully, my mail and leave no trace of a collective history all times, dates, names, places, costs.
quick look at the rules, cards, letters, documents, records.
Barba. Three steps, at grade around the cheekbone, a lot about lace, short for the rest. An infusion of tranquility, a cup of chamomile. I try to sleep. The first few hours is difficult, then better than expected. I get up, I update, I reprint the first 5 articles of Decree 29, get ready, have breakfast, I'm nervous. Mineral supplements, you never know. The tie
as always, in its rare use, is wonderful. I go out, look my lawyers and Daniel. Direction bazzano, coffee, and then in attorney. Too many journalists, too many cameras. Greetings to all, correct in accepting to talk only with the lawyers. Photographers and cameramen a bit too invasive. In Prosecutor ahead.
polite, some expression of surprise, everything pretty straightforward.
Outgoing, crowd, again with just the lawyers.
I'm going to say goodbye to some friends who were there-
Finite interviews in dribs and drabs are talking to me. A few jokes on the political issue, come on, on the City. Widespread concern, I reassure "the mayor is tightening times, there will be news soon."
d. "You're going to do the commissioner?", R. "Parenthesis"
d. "Parentesi chiusa con la politica? " r. "parentesi chiusa con l'assessorato, non certo con la politica!"
Si torna a casa, qualche servizio tv. Preparo una minestrina (sigh!!).
Nella casa c'è una influenzata (sarà H1N1 ? vabbè dice Fazio tutto tranquillo....ometto di vigilare sul ceppo che tempo fa, dall'altra parte del mondo, ha generato il virus.....) un altro, tamponato, con il collare, momentaneamente al pronto soccorso ed io, iscritto nel registro degli indagati. Una calda minestrina.
Che giorno strano, dice lei. Perchè invece gli ultimi 7 mesi ti son parsi normali, dico io.
In fondo questa è una casa, questa una cucina, questo un frigo. Certo un interrogatorio non è really something that happens often, but I think a better day than others, given that we've been.