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  • It was just of forehead to the window of my kitchen, to twenty meters, not more. It can be said that I have seen it to be born and to grow, day after day.

    The first one was an old car "FIAT Giardinetta", with wood packings. It appeared unexpected, abandoned here during the night, like an old toy forgotten from a growth child. In the big dried grass, under the glare of an autumnal sun. Apparently it did not have a scratch, but the motor must have gone.

    Others followed, at the beginning they were a few but quikly many of them arrived. It was interesting to be there, on the balcony, to watch. They arrived above all during the night, old crock and car still in good conditions. Today I don't remember all of them, of course, but I will never forget when a morning two Prinz NSU appeared. Both had the roof bruised and I thought next to dynamics of their incident, a skidded, the escape outside road, some progressive tumbles.

    But I remember above all the seasons. The sedans, the runabout and what for me was the real epic of the monovolume. Car came and pieces went away. Small rear-view mirrors, beacons, handles, caps of the coil ignition, rims...

    A day, in the shapeless heap, appeared a new host. A large white refrigerator, with the electrical wire cut. It was the vanguard of the long theory of household-electric that came to make company the cars. Not that these all have, all at once, stopped to arrive. But from that moment they were no more alone. Washing machines, dishwasher and kitchens, and still refrigerators, piled up between metalized sheets. Then tv followed, and radios. When a toaster appeared, I acquired a binoculars. I began to being attracted from the particular. I went out on the balcony to observe and I discovered things that for long years I had never watched with attention, enormous flying of old car, forelocks of grass that dulled between the seats, the plastic shelves within to the refrigerators, head rest torn, glasses fumé, colored, burnt grip handles, the disembowelled cabin of the car radio.

    The binoculars became very useful when, after mixers, vacuun cleaners, telephones with very strange shapes, computer and microwaves owen and hi-fi, finally I began to see the first walkman, and mobile phones, at the beginning large as entryphone, then more and more small. I was able to watch the particular, the little keyboards and the display, broken antennas. I admit to have begun to think that also in those my museum of metallic refusals, the microtechnology would have determined a mutation of the twisted shapes that were developed in front of my window, with the towers that would be outstretched toward the sky not more through strange and shaky harmonies, but in a banal ascending perspective. I mistook.

    Do you remember those small robots that went fashionable time ago, the firsts I mean, when they still worked with the remote control? A morning, maybe it was winter, surely it was raining because when I have seen it, lifeless on the body of a car that it was perhaps a Panda, with the abandoned telescopic limbs in an unnatural position, from the rigid nervous swells dripped yellowish water. Then others came, more and more recent generations, and with their wrist pins, microcircuits, holographic synthetic eyeballs, screen, electrodes.

    A day I saw the body of a man and in the afternoon, with other four, it was already a skeleton.

    From then I have begun to run away.
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