THE CHRONICAL

The truth is that Travolt was always fascinated by that movie that just released ,titled Pelham 123. - But weapons.. - No.Of course not.Althought Travolt had manufactured two Enfield number 2 MK revolvers.Martagon -orn ( so similar to Robert Shaw ),he had made them with soap,and then painted them with "rulex paint ".Thus,at the moment in which you read these lines ,a student was painting with hesitang handwriting " Russia freedom ". - It´s going to attract the police...-Travolt said ,signaling to his partner. -Shhh...girl !.Girl don´t fuck !.- Whispered the old opera singer ,briefly showing her the weapon on his belt.

Rascal,you´re a rascal...- the sergeant told him grabbing him by the ear.Lather the other officer picked up the basket,with it´s little posters...the offers...that a wonderful world of marketing !. - Cheer up,cheer up Harris !.- Applauded some customers from other days...And it is that Harris was one of the most beloved businessman in Moscow.Harris,that wonderful Moscovite...and Harris that urgency to recover Moscov...

Son, two gigantic policemen, appeared on the platform. For the rest, police for business matters of the subway ( p.b.m.s ) .Which were directed towards a small businessman, who sold vodka with orange juice. Seeing them, he tried to run away , hastily introducing his products into a basket.Those French fields baskets,so common ,after the second world war. - But...but if it´s Richard Harris again...- Said the sargeant - What a rascal...

At the time of writing,Martagorn -orn and Travolt were walking down the stairs of Moscow´s Kienskaya station.That station ,clear,clean,and blue,in which - and in some paintings - one could well imagine the representation of the holy trinity.But...who was Travolt ?.At least,a decadent tennis player from Nice.Those terraces on the coast in the seventies...in which we used to watch Adriano Panata play...