4 - Mandarins The gasping fish in the aquarium, swimming among the extinguished cigarette that sinks to rest on the bottom, among the algae and corals fake. To give the coup de grace to cute animals, red shirt without paying a guy Fernet Branca already murky water. There's a girl standing on the couch, right next to the window, his arms are stretched thin air and, with random movements, trying to intercept the mandarins that come from the street.
The boy, after finishing the bottle in the aquarium without having neglected to drain the last drop, it just sticks out, shading his eyes with his hands. The road is a lot of heads and arms and bodies and legs and especially mandarins, from downstairs, below the room where you are closed on boy and girl out electronic music mixed with screams. But now the house is no one left.
"Open up! Open up! "Cries a young man with the hat, then someone puts up a Mandarin and he throws it, laughing.
"Let us fuck in peace." Responds the boy at the window, thickly, and then turns his gaze upon the girl standing on the couch, asking her consent. She nods yes, and mutters, amused, "But where they have taken all those mandarins?"
paw feet, legs, trotting out of time, heads nod and hands, almost automatically, throw mandarins. After a few minutes of madness
fruits orange finish, but one, coming from the window, hit the chandelier in the room, breaking it and giving the two boys remnants of the dark. From the road the screams continue throughout the night and the music booms from the strong room, but the two guys do not listen to it more, because they have nothing else to do, and even listen to it over the fish, because they are dead.