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Lasciammo la città segreta di primo mattino. La guardia ai reticolati ci restituì i passaporti con grandi risate e ce ne andammo a tutta velocità. Eravamo di nuovo in ritardo e ci voleva più di un'ora per la stazione di Ekaterinburg (nell'occasione Sverdlosk aveva cambiato nome), dove ci aspettava il treno delle 8 e 35. Questo era il turno in cui avevamo deciso che mai più avremmo preso l'aereo. Ripercorremmo la strada sul lago ghiacciato a velocità folle; io tenevo gli occhi chiusi, stretti stretti, mentre tutti cantavano a squarciagola 'O My sun, perhaps to exorcise the god of ice. We arrived at the station at 8 and a half, just in time to hug his friends, still a bit 'groggy for the previous evening. Even the shadow of the train. Zhenija was horrified. It was impossible that the Trans-Siberian train was late. Indeed. The time the ticket was written with the time zone of Moscow, and then we arrived with two hours notice, we explained the ruddy station master, who immediately took over backwards to help us, even gave us his room for personal leave your luggage, absolutely unsure of the time, testified seriously, the luggage room. We repay left a series of Italian coins for his personal collection. We went so for a walk outside where it was in full swing a large market of Babuska. In the unending line, a group of old ladies offering goods of all types arranged in wooden boxes to keep them raised by dirty snow. Ekaterinburg had become a great crossroads of trade in goods poor, who came from China along the Trans-Siberian. A large group of soldiers with intabarrati schapke ordinance, complete with a red star in controlling the movement of the market, illegal but tolerated, because, as he said the custom of the time, not expressly prohibited. A thick barrier Zhiguly loaded with household goods marked the boundaries of that point of spontaneous exchange. Once or twice a month, took the news entrepreneurs il treno e arrivavano fino al confine cinese dove si favoleggiava di un immenso mercato, una vera e propria città dell'oro dove tutto quanto si produceva in Cina veniva scambiato a colpi di dollari sonanti. Vestiti, scarpe, alimentari di ogni tipo, biciclette e ogni altro ben di dio che la macchina ben oliata di quella che stava per diventare la fabbrica del mondo, cominciava a sfornare a ritmi vertiginosi ed a prezzi assolutamente concorrenziali. Prezzi, che man mano che il treno si spostava verso ovest, ingrassavano, si facevano più corposi, secondo un meccanismo commerciale a lungo sconosciuto, ma ben presto imparato. A Ekaterinburg, stazione intermedia, i prezzi erano ancora sufficientemente interessanti per spingere le Tamare e le Tanije moscovite ad get in there with bare hands and left laden with bundles. Over time, the hunger of the gain pushed up to Beijing, the famous Russian market, in the district behind the embassy, \u200b\u200bwhere they gave you the price of sweaters for a minimum of twenty-five pieces. We took an ice cream from the one old woman who was still very good this traditional item of the dying Russian industry, now surrounded (old lady and Industry) from stalls offering Mars bars, Snickers and Ferrero Rocher, a true object of desire of many adults and children who wandered here and there, stopping still and dreamy eyes as Hansel and Gretel in front of the gingerbread house, rubbing her eyes with unreachable balls of gold paper boxes piled in a pyramid on the grim witches. Perhaps those, however, came from China. Finally we boarded the train, which was obviously right on schedule. It took all day to climb the Urals with long sinuous curves in the valley between the hills covered with forests white. A stunning landscape. I was attached to the window, almost hypnotized by the charm of that picture changing, perhaps because I was numb from the cold, even if covered by sweaters and dublionka, because the heating did not work. We arrived in Ufa Bashkir in the evening. We swore that next time we flew.

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Vodka sincera.


Finally it was decided to snow. She could not stand for a few days and last night, looking out the window, we could see something down, such as along the lateral sections of this blog. He does not like sad when it starts to drizzle, rather it gives a feeling of positive expectation. Just the same I felt then, looking toward the frozen lake, the small window of sanatorj Sverdlosk 44, on the evening of our arrival. It was a good sign, while if it was snowing means that the temperature had risen from -25 ° C of the previous days and the appointment to the marble factory, scheduled for the next morning, looked promising. That we were entering the marble, we tappologi? Nothing apparently, but in a world that had difficulty great to communicate with the outside world, in which the ability to move was almost denied, who needed something turned to the only shot that people were able to buy to meet with a passage in over their needs. When you close the doors with sticks and snares, if you need, you are obliged to detours and eventually the same thing will cost more in money and effort. So early in the morning, the italijanskaija delegazija appeared at the marble factory where the mayor and the whole company was waiting with great fanfare. The factory was stopped because all the machines (Italian of course) to cut the marble slabs were broken and battered or completely without the possibility of spare parts. Ora direte, ma non potevano chiamare direttamente la ditta e ordinare nuove macchine e ricambi? No, non si riusciva. Dall' URSS e da quella città chiusa agli stranieri, blindata dietro il triplo filo spinato della stolida segretezza militare, non si poteva comunicare, telefonare, chiedere. Ecco quindi la nostra funzione di salvatori della patria, che come capi commessa avremmo, raccolto le necessità, fatto preparare il progetto, approntato e spedito, infine coordinato il montaggio ed il commissioning di una linea completa per la produzione di lastre, piastrelle e così via. Il sindaco era una brava persona che molto pragmaticamente, capiva i vari problemi e aveva una sincera volontà di sistemare le cose, dotando la sua città di un polo efficient production. The evening before the kebabs sizzling on the grill suddenly, after the first bottle of vodka is opened a lot. Behind his sad eyes felt the desire to do useful things to serve their community, also feeling the pressure behind the appetites of the many characters that prosprano under all the flags, this world that weaves the politician with the work, which leeches you stick to the ankles and while seeming to not suck as their reason for existence. He told us when young, was champion biathlon and how beautiful it was slipping on the furrows between the birch trees, with the bitter cold that you pinch my cheeks, panting to stop trying to hold the rifle while the distant target before the eye is fogged by the sheer effort. But that serenity, compared to the sessions of the municipal council, where the targets were replaced to ward off hungry beasts, each subject only to pull your own little piece of succulent meat and grandante dollars. We signed the contract and the subsequent visit I spoke already here, for those who want to learn more. We parted then with the usual brotherly hugs that vodka makes longer and mixed with a promise to meet again in Italy for the approval of the machines before shipping. They came a few months later and of course we took them to Venice. After the usual tour, St. Mark's bell tower, bridge, gondola, appetizer to appreciate the mosaic of the Danieli, after so many sighs, the mayor of his eyes were sadder and sadder and while we welcomed them outside our sincere regret in letting go so fast, he looked at us with a half smile pragmatic, saying: "Do not told stories, everyone knows that the best thing about the visit of a delegation from the noise of the plane that takes it with him .-