To drive a truck, you know, you need a special license. Not everyone can - and they know it - to drive, but driving a cart is something less formal.
Of course if you do not know the horse that drags you on the road, it could be even more 'dangerous than driving a truck, but we think the simple things, for once, not necessarily to complicated ones.
He was a poor man at the mercy of the road, on board, in fact, of a truck. He drove
already 'hours and sleep, as well as' hunger, began to send your brain signals of impatience. But he would not stop. A few more hours and would arrive at their destination. In his house, where he would, by now not too anxious, a good wife and children.
His wife's name was Rosa. Rosa was married to Justin, a truck driver for years now that many did not take into account, but the nights spent with him, that the count could: have been, yes and no, fifty. Always out, he always in the truck. Now for a load up in Belgium, then to Germany for another.
lived as the almost separated him about his truck, she always below the house and the two brats. So they continue to call Justin who had not seen practically grow.
Sleep, then, shouting to sue orecchie: "basta! per favore, fermati. Giuro che, se non metti ORA una freccia e ti fermi al primo Autogrill, comando al cervello di chiuderti gli occhi e, sta' sicuro, che non potrai riaprirli presto!! Il primo muro che incontriamo.. SBAAMMMM .. sarà la tua fine!". Lo stomaco, di rimando, commentava: "e non parliamo del bisogmo che avrei io di digerire qualche sostanza nutriente!! Ma io dico, come puoi pensare di andare ancora avanti cosi'? HO FAME!!". Ma Giustino non voleva sentire ragioni. Macchè fame e sonno! Io vedo già la camicia da notte della mia Rosa. Sento già alle narici il profumo del brodo che lei cucina così bene ... Ah com'è profumata la casa quando la mia Rosa cucina la carne in brodo!!".
As if he was there, the steering wheel in hand, thinking the house olezzzante broth cooked from her pink ... a sudden noise made him jump. It did not have time to think, to understand where it came from that dull sound, thunderous, almost crisp, like the noise it makes the foil covering a plate .. say boiled meat prepared by Rose, to stay on topic.
What followed the story to you, but Justin did not hear him more already. Sleep, as he had forewarned, had commanded him, without further notice, the brain, to close your eyes, just as Justin savored the smell of a tasty dish of meat in broth. That the damage was more 'serious, because if he had seen with Justin his own eyes that the crowds, on board a cart pulled by an old bay horse, he had decided to intervene between his truck and his dream, he swerved, he braked. Would have had some reaction. Instead of Justin's eyes were on the plate of meat and broth in the cart ... under its wheels.
truck drivers have these little lack of attention, you know. Because they are always on the go and, perhaps, sometimes, are wallowing in the fact that the road is clear, that the medium is large, and that. 2è easier to see a very small half than vice versa. "
Malombra, however, the horse did not know that Fabiano was taking him on a fast road, where trucks are at 90 per hour dreaming of a hot stock.
A small country road, gave, in fact, access to the freeway. Fabiano wanted to try to run once, run on a real road. Challenging, perhaps a truck.
1 / (continued)
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