Now that the intercepts do not make more, I suddenly feel all the responsibility on him that he was the only direct source of what is said and done at my host family and his alpha male. From now on I will have to be done to give me the generosity of my roommate is properly disclosed and acknowledged that in future there will be no more than snippets of conversations in the press to testify. Those historic telephone calls in which he expressed the most of its patronage to talented young girls looking for a stable system, as well as his concern in helping elderly senators of the opposing party to realize the dreams of youth, there will be only a relic of the times that were. His stoic solidarity delivered to old friends from judicial investigations of excommunication, and his public frantic struggles to rehabilitate them will henceforth be trapped in frozen fiber optics, meters and meters underground. You even lose track of the nobility with which he sometimes reduced bombings against him, just to repay the debt of affection to old cronies. Lost calls will
touching as the one below, which was strengthened friendship, given up for dead before he could be born, including my partner and Barack Obama. To induce my balio to call the American president was the publicity that Veltroni has made thanks received by Obama for two months before his good wishes: them bandied all over the papers, suggesting that between him and Barack there is more than just friendship. Indeed, it seems that Walter Stalking has changed the object of his attentions for a while 'time we do not see below the house and no longer haunts us with your phone, while his comments on my friend have become almost hostile. My roommate then decided to call immediately Mr. President, first of all to clarify here that he is the head, besides the most pro-American, and secondly to warn him against persecution dialogatorie Walter. The interview went great, as reported by some newspapers license from the narrative. Here is the original text.
- Presidente, Obama è in linea.
- Dear friend...
(musichetta)
- Ah, la musica. Bella, americana.
(un minuto di musichetta dopo)
- Good morning sir, Berlascounee, we have to apologize, sir. Mr. President was urgently required at a conference call on the global economic crisis with the President of France and the Chancellor of Germany. Could you please call back tomorrow between 15:00 and 15:04 ET?
- Hey Obamaaaa! Mai frend! Very abbronzato afeter Hawai. It was ajoke esagereted by sinistra do you know. But I think you are a nice man, young ando not to black, only brown like us when go to Sardegna and...
- Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt you but I have to join Mr. President right now. Have a good day sir.
(jingle)
- Obama? Oba .. but she jumped the line?
(after a minute piece of music)
- Hello, who's on the line?
- Obamaaa! Mai frend, is the line jumped and I told you When we go to Sardinia and brown Become the women are very happy with us and look sweet eyes and ...
- Sir, how can I help you? Whom would you like to speak to?
- Yes I want speak! I want to speak Veltroni That is stalking a guy you dont know, is dangeros ...
- Sir, I am not sure I know this Mr. Mentrony. Please hold the line, I give you the reception.
(jingle)
- You ".. but it still skipped the line? But you can not! I have to work what the hell! Then there il mito che in America funziona tutto. Ma io gli mando Tronchetti che gli sistema tutti i telefoni...
- Can I help you sir?
- Obama! The line jumps always.
- Who are you sir?
- I am fine! And you?
- Hello Mr. Fein, I am the receptionist. Who would you like to talk to?
- Yes, I like to talk that Veltroni...
- Ventroni, let me check...
- ...he wants to be American, of the Kansas City ahò, he watched to much Sordi you know: "Maccarone, tu m'hai provocato, mo' me te magno". Ah! ah!
- I see, you want to talk with the cook, Mr. Moriconi. Please hold the line.
(musichetta)
- Eh no adesso basta! Io non ho mica tempo da perdere! Tra poco mi arriva qui la ministra delle pari opportunità...
- Hello?
- Obama, your telephone jumps. My frend, I send you a frend Tronchetti Provera, he has a beautiful woman and can fix your telephone.
- Ma lei è... Berlusconi?
- Yes! Sì! Oui! Parlare italiano?
- Solo un poco...
- Bravo! Dove avere imparare? Grande Obama!
- Mia nonna di Kenia insegnato.
- Eh, si vede proprio che il Kenia era una nostra colonia, si impara ancora l'italiano.
- Italia grande paese. Tutti volere imparare italiano. Andare in Italia per lavoro.
- Eh sì, però ci vuole anche moderazione, non possiamo accogliere tutti. Poi i leghisti rompono...
- Leghisti razza padana, no abbronzati, no buoni buana
- Yes, I know, are whitish mortadelloni going to sunbathe on the Po, not like us!
- You big Buana, a lot of television, very powerful
- Yes, yes, thank you. Televisions I need to defend the people from the bales left.
- You with bandana, tanned, beautiful
Buana - Ah, Ah! Yes! You're funny! And to think that here in Italy were all mounted on a casino at that joke. I see you have my sense of humor!
- I would ask please, if possible.
- Of course! I will do everything I can to strengthen the ties between our countries!
- There is my distant relative in Avellino. His name is Gennaro Moriconi. You cook. You can take lui?
- Ma certo! Consideralo già fatto! Qui al Parlamento c'è sempre bisogno di bravi cuochi.
- Tu molto buono buana. Noi fare molte cose belle per mondo. Noi diventare molto amici.
- Mi fà piacere sentirlo! Sai, avevo letto di te e Veltroni...
- Veltroni non è amico. Non è abbronzato. Noi abbronzati. Noi amici.
- Parole sante! Dall'aspetto puoi riconoscere gli amici. Chi può essere amico di un tipo così lattiginoso?
- Adesso devo andare, ricordati di Gennaro per favore.
- Agli ordini!
- Bye bye asshole.
- Bye bye! Grande Obama!
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