Book: Give me your name. Page 1

- Oliver, you Vimini practically our nearest neighbor - she stretched out her hand and he shook it. - We have a birthday in one day, but she's ten years old. She was also a genius. You're a genius, Bimini?
- So they say. But I think that's not true.
Why? asked Oliver, trying to keep his voice didn't sound too patronizing.
- It would be a perfect bad taste, if nature made me a genius.
Oliver was astonished stronger than ever before:
Say again?
- He doesn't know, right?
I shook my head.
- Say, I will not live long.
Why would they say that? he looked absolutely stunned. How do you know?
- Everyone knows that. Because I have leukemia.
But you're so beautiful, so healthy and intelligent, he protested.
- Like I said earlier: bad taste.
Oliver, who was sitting in the grass on my knees, literally dropped the book on the ground.

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He sucked on the cigarette and turned to look at me with warning, with cold eyes that could rip your stomach and to get inside with arthroscopic care.
I shrugged, "Okay, I'm sorry," and went back to his books. I stepped back behind their borders, their masks, and nothing could get out, except for the illusion of my terrible awkwardness.

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It never occurred to me that if one word he could make me happy, then others could easily destroy me if I didn't want to be miserable, I must learn to beware of these little joys, too.

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If he ignored me like I ignored him: purposeful, enticing, defending himself, showing that he means nothing to me? Or he was blind, how blind are sometimes the most receptive people to the most obvious signals, because they do not pay attention, do not be offended by them, not interested?

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I've always tried to keep it in its field of view. I never let him slip away, except for those moments when he was not with me. And when he was not with me, I'm not too worried, because with the other he remained exactly the same. "Don't let him be someone else when he's far away. Don't let him be someone I never saw. Don't let him to live any other life than that he lives with us, with me.
Don't let me lose him."
I knew I had no power over him, I had nothing to offer, nothing to bring him in.
I was a nobody.
Just a kid.

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In the afternoon, when absolutely nothing to do in the house, Mafalda could ask him to climb the stairs with a basket and gather up those fruits, "which is barely flushed with shame", she said. He joked in Italian, having broken one, asking:
This reddened with shame?
"No," she answered, this is still too young, the youth has no shame, shame comes with age.

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There was always something sharp in the word. It wasn't a "See you later" or "take Care," or even "Bye." "Bye," was intimidating, safe handling, moving closer towards all of our sophisticated European sensibility. "Bye," has always left a pungent aftertaste, even if it was very warm, heartfelt moment. "Bye," not completed communication be careful not to allow himself to fade. It broke off of it.

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Somewhere there's a law that says if one person is fully in the throes of passion with another, the other should be covered by a reciprocal passion. "Amor, CH'a nullo amato amar perdona" - "Favorite love is commanded to love". Words Francesco in Inferno. Just wait and hope. I was hoping, though it may be, was not at all what I wanted. To wait forever.

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I loved when he broke the silence between us by saying something - anything - or asking what I think about M., or if I had heard about N.? No one in our house never asked for my opinion about anything. If it is not understood why, soon he'd know - it was a matter of time - and would have taken over the opinions of others: I am a child in this family. And yet he was with us for three weeks, asked me if I had heard ever about Athanasius Kircher, Giuseppe Belli, Paula Celene.

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- Listen to this - sometimes he said, removing the headphones and breaking the oppressive silence of those long sultry summer morning hours. - Listen to this nonsense, and he read things out loud, not believing that he wrote it a month ago. - You see some sense? I don't.
- Maybe it had some meaning when you wrote it, cautiously I suggested.
For a while he is lost in thought, as if weighing my answer.
Is the kindest word that I spoke in recent months - he said so sincerely, as if he were struck by a sudden revelation, as if took my words as something more than, I thought they were.

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- Elio.
- Yes?
- What are you doing?
- Read.
- No, don't read.
- Okay. Thinking.
- Oh...?
I would rather have died than admitted it.
- Personal, - I replied.
- So, you're not gonna tell me?
- That is to say.
That is, he will not tell me, ' he repeated melancholy, seemed to explain my words to any third person.

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How could anyone intuitively to solve a strange idea, if he did not think this way? How could he feel so much insidious above other, if he didn't practice?
I was deeply impressed by not only his amazing gift of reading people, exposure of their inner world and identify the subtle nuances of their character, but his ability to intuitively sense things as they could feel me. That is, in the end, pulled me to him with inexplicable force, transcending desire, friendship or charm of our common religion.

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Only once, in his first days, I felt that smug, but good-natured, imperturbable, indifferent, relaxed, serene twenty-four, casually indifferent to so many things in life, was, actually, incredibly helpful, cool, shrewd judge of other people's characters and situations. Nothing he did or said wasn't unintentional. He saw all through. But I saw only because I was looking for in those features, he tried to cover himself. He was once stormed out mother, a brilliant poker player and ran during the week once or twice at night in the city to play "a few hands". Therefore, to our utter astonishment, he insisted on opening a Bank account on the day of arrival.

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Or it happened because he was being so suspicious (like any other in an ambiguous situation), was forced to behave in this way? If I wanted to act? Or would you rather be living a passionate longing for our game of ping-pong: don't know; not know not know not know not know not know? Just stay silent, say nothing, and if you can't say "Yes", then don't say no, say "later". So people say "maybe" when you mean "Yes", but I hope you take that as "no"; whereas in fact it means: "Please, just ask me again and again after that, okay?"

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It never occurred to me that seized me completely panic at his touch was panic virgin from human touch desirable: it affects the nerves, the existence of which they were unaware, and gives much, much more exciting enjoyment. This will not get alone.

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