EPISODE 2
Also last vacation far far too much now. Always
Malaysian Borneo. Always Eppifemili
us.
just entered the chalet, after the hike in the previous post, I realize that something is wrong.
Homo is out to photograph the grain of sand deposited on the railing, and then sneaking the blade of grass between the cobblestones, and then ... ok, I omit, you understand.
I look around and see that everything is upside down. Nothing is in place.
Seeing eye ball and flushed face:
"Homo! They came in the room! We were robbed!"
"How robbed!?" , enters and takes notice. Countless
small objects thrown everywhere and leaked so much trauma from my suitcase scappottata worse than a convertible.
The trolley of Homo then, that we had cunningly closed padlocked, was the subject of vain attempts of tampering.
"Strange - I say - What it takes to open a suitcase with a knife!?"
"Maybe those thieves from overwork have been surprised by someone or some noise and have fled away," replies Homo.
"Maybe ... but my silver rings are all there .... but ....
have been moved and placed in a plastic bag along with a handful of cosmetic various! Oh I do not understand anything !"... mica
The mystery deepens.
The Jessica Fletcher in me begins to sharpen their claws and drool with excitement.
Time 3 seconds I went straight and Homo as nuclear missiles towards the security office of the national park.
Ah, no no you do it to us!
Those rascals will not get away!
With the grim expression, we knock on the door, and proveninete after a gasp on the other side, we decide to enter.
A little man with big belly that I miss Poirot, rises from his desk on which was slumped in the middle of a healthy Equatorial pennica.
themselves a attitude is toward us.
Puzzled, poses some questions, and decides to follow us to the cottage to make a reconnaissance in person. But before calling the call
Chun Li, or the woman in charge of cleaning.
After a few seconds, under a blazing sun and 50 degrees in the shade, Eppie, Homo, Poirot and the Malaysian version of Sandra Milo, marching in full regalia to the chalet as if they were about to embark on a crusade for salvation of the souls of all known galaxies.
Manco enter Poirot tells us that objects lying on the grass just in bulk at our window.
approaches and investigates. Look
silenzioso.
Rimugina.
Poi, improvvisamente, con un sorriso lampante e la sicurezza dell'investigatore infallibile al quale non si può nascondere nulla, ci guarda e fa:
"Monkeys! Monkeys! Did you leave your window open?"
"Beh! Veramente si. La finestra l'ho lasciata aperta.
Ma - preciso prontamente - la zanzariera era ben chiusa".
Insomma per farla breve, prima che la signora delle pulizie venisse a raccattare e imbustare tutto quel casino, quelle disgraziate di scimmie avevano aperto la zanzariera, erano entrate, avevano preso e scappottato ogni singolo oggetto contenuto nella mia valigia lanciandolo poi fuori dalla finestra o in terra.
The effect that had to be presented to the eyes of Sandra Milo would be similar to the explosion of a nuclear weapon power.
not pay, the executioner had then tried to open, biting, the case of Homo.
They had also seen fit to swallow anything liquid or vaguely edible they could find, and make into a thousand pieces, gutted one by one and all - but I tell them all - the boxes of medicines, pills and creams in the emergency room Bustone format family that we carry with us.
Robba to embarrass a hospital Emergency.
Moral strange tale of the menu that evening included lively monkeys for our guests:
Main course: twenty tablets of Imodium
Drink: a new liquid foundation Dior
Dessert: entire giant box of melatonin (ie sleeping pills).
know that sleep should be done that night ...
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