the red and the blackMr Nilai had never gambled, nor had he ever had sex for money, and right these habits of integrity were going to get him into trouble when he found himself in the middle of a raid. Having pop into Miss Reok Xian to say hello to his enchanting neighbour, he did not understand who all those ladies, unusually half-undressed and working around green tables filled with playing cards and poker chips, were. Nor what was behind that row of closed doors decorated with flashing lights, sometimes green and sometimes red. The police tried to figure out what was the role played by that unbelievably naive old man in the organization. Mr Agostoni, burst out from the massage table to stealthily mingle with his colleagues, did not understand who was responsible for that untimely tip-off. The unflappable Miss Reok Xian was trying to figure out with what weapons, and which cop, corrupting. For her part, Mrs. Agostoni, the phone still in hand, did not understand how came that she had not associated before that improper comings and goings with the sudden working emergencies of her husband. Mrs. Apollonia couldn’t comprehend how she hadn’t been the first to understand – a fact she suitably modified in the morning gossip – that behind the door of the charming Reok Xian were concealed an illegal gambling room and a massage center, so to speak, just as illegal. Mr Wu did not understand how that deplorable Reok Xian could have sullied, and on foreign soil, the homeland they shared. It only remained to see if anyone wondered who that silent ladies were – and how they felt. And who their arrogant customers were – and how they raved.

Il rosso e il nero

Il signor Nilai non aveva mai giocato d’azzardo, né aveva mai fatto sesso a pagamento, e proprio queste sue integerrime abitudini stavano per metterlo nei guai quando si ritrovò al centro di una retata. Recatosi nell’appartamento della signorina Reok Xian per un saluto all’incantevole vicina, non capiva chi fossero tutte quelle signorine che si aggiravano, insolitamente discinte, tra tavolini ricolmi di carte da gioco e di fiche. Né cosa si nascondesse dietro quella fila di porte chiuse e decorate da lampeggianti ora verdi ora rossi. La polizia cercava di capire quale fosse il ruolo ricoperto da quell’improbabilmente ingenuo vecchietto nell’organizzazione. Il signor Agostoni, alzatosi di scatto dal lettino da massaggio per mischiarsi in sordina ai suoi colleghi, non capiva chi fosse il responsabile di quell’inopportuna soffiata. L’imperturbabile signorina Reok Xian cercava di capire con quali armi, e quale piedipiatti, corrompere. Da parte sua, la signora Agostoni, la cornetta ancora in mano, non capiva come avesse fatto a non associare prima quello sconveniente via vai con le improvvise emergenze di lavoro di suo marito. La signora Apollonia non si capacitava di non aver capito per prima – fatto opportunamente modificato nei pettegolezzi del mattino – che dietro la porta della graziosa Reok Xian si nascondessero una bisca clandestina e un centro, per così dire, massaggi altrettanto clandestino. Il signor Wu non capiva come la sconsiderata Reok Xian avesse potuto infangare, e su suolo straniero, la patria che li accomunava. Restava solo da capire se qualcuno si chiedesse chi fossero – e come stessero – quelle silenziose signorine. E chi fossero – e come sragionassero – i loro tracotanti clienti.

4 responses »

  1. Gallivanta says:

    Such vice in the neighbourhood. Will Mr Nilai be able to retain his innocence?

  2. kelihasablog says:

    : D always enjoyable to read….

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