- "Egg is a message for you," he said, "but if you read it you have to break the egg"
seemed to want to put to the test. He did not open the egg. He remained there for years and years until one morning after the longest night of my life, and suddenly the meaning included. So it was no longer necessary to open it .- Kuki Gallmann
The Palace of Dottula was crossed by the blinding light of midday and the echo of the bells rained on homes, narrow streets, announcing the hour of noon.
Margaret took off his sunglasses and went up the central staircase, did not even have time to raise his hand to knock the door opened.
"Oh, well, here it is finally" the official said the accommodate.
put a bag on his desk, coughing awkwardly.
drawn upon a daisy.
She reached out, took the envelope.
"If there is another lawyer ..." he began.
"No, only this" and took her to the door.
went downstairs, put sunglasses, said the flower drawn on the envelope and shook his head, then put it back in the bag.
The rush-hour traffic swallowed.
The decision to leave probably arose long ago, this thought as he crossed the hall of the airport.
a message had arrived. He checked the phone. Lesse. He did not answer.
sitting beside the window looked at the envelope, but decided not to open it.
The phone began to ring. He watched as the desplay. A
the hostess warned: "We should turn off the phones, we are doing fuel and will soon close the doors, you know the rules Air Force "
" Yes, I'm sorry "did not answer and went out.
The flight was like the night through the forests of ghosts of the past, from Lamu Diani had passed twenty years.
crumpled in the dawn of Africa, Margaret was surrounded by the humid climate of Mombasa, the lens turned the blades of the ceiling in the arrival hall and lens were the practices of immigration.
turned the phone and called his brother.
"I am in Mombasa"
"Well, happy holidays"
The journey home was the alternation of memories and our embrace of the places that were known Meeting of the window.
He left the bag at home. He put the envelope with the daisy Masai near the statue on the shelf and left.
was hot even though the sky was overcast. He arrived at
Mnarani Club of Kilifi, entered the great hall, he saw in the corner of Old William sat in front of the board.
He stopped to greet him.
was curious how some things in that corner of the world grow older, but they were always part of the imaginary town. William was one of them, lived in Kenya for twenty years.
"Play alone?"
"No, against myself" small eyes shone clear and and raised a web of wrinkles. "Please move, move to grant a" he said.
Margaret, sat down, watched the board and looked up: "However you move checkmate the king," he protested.
said William, in turn, along the board, as a professional player and spoke with the voice that experience teaches, "You see Miss Daisy, it is true, however, I will move checkmate the king, but she prefers to be locked in the tower and risk? Look at the chess board and how to remain after I check "and in doing so moves the figures as the court dance, the night of the Leopard.
"The board is white and black, but in life expectancy between black and white pass an infinite number of shades of gray, "he concluded.
A waiter had placed two glasses of tropical juice, the smell almost dazed.
Outside the frangipane swayed in the wind and mangroves had their roots to drink sea water to leave salt on the leaves.
"Fabrizio has come out with the boat," concluded William.
Margaret got up, went down the stairs on the dock, put his hand to shield from the sun, he recognized a sail known.
faded T-shirt of Marlyn Fishing Club of Diani.
From Lamu Diani had passed twenty years.
raised his hand in greeting.
The man appeared to throw its moorings.
"I do not believe you're here on holiday, is not the best time," he said.
"No, in fact,"
"It was better if you were not," he said getting off the boat Scansano.
She followed him.
"Did you read the letter?" Him.
"No" her.
Now he could move the setback to the king.
The next morning the sun filtered through the palms shadows moving drawing on the opposite wall.
'It's better to come back in Italy Margaret "
" And you have to do? I am twenty years you're here, you think that by dint of fish sharks Eryn coming back? "
" I work here there and please spare me your comments "
The letter was as certain to yellow flowers in a closed book a moment to remember.
The items would be aged, and only then would have the right tone as the bells at noon.
The night was lit by the Southern Cross, in that quarter moon rising.
moon of March.
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