Moving on to the time of colors, the era of intelligence, development and super-speed in human life in all fields, the era of the politics of individual interests.
An era that proved that the survival of the strongest and smartest has remained throughout the ages ..An era that revealed all faces in all positions..Squeeze the uncovered on the table ..Age of Chameleon faces .
Cheese is one of the strong trades in Italy .. This country has the most expensive cheeses ..And in one of the largest cheese factories known in the country as "formaggio don Gaiseric" ..The owner of it, don Gaiseric, is a wise, honest man and also one of the richest in the country..
On that day, as usual, he stood up and delivered some judgments to his workers amid a calm and also comical atmosphere..Thanks to the kindness of his heart and the capacity of his chest, he was able to reach this rank..From a worker to a factory owner, anyone was wished to be one of his workers to receive this special behavior..
In a calm tone, he said, holding the cheese in his hands: caciocavallo cheese is the most expensive cheese in the world and is equivalent to the price of silver ..As you can see, it takes 6 months before it is sold .. This is how a woman is, the older she gets, the more beautiful and mature she becomes..
He described the money with his fingers and added: 'and the price increases.'
- This cheese is made from podolica cows that have special grazing conditions as their milk .. And not any cow can offer such an expensive kind
This was the words of a person with a hoarse voice who heard from behind Gaiserik, immediately smiled and turned towards him, he was standing upright with his hands in his pockets ..His outfit is black jeans that accentuate his taut thigh muscles and a black leather jacket painted on his attractive body muscles.
Don Gaiseric said in a calm tone : if they had not chosen a special place for her milk, she would eventually lose this characteristic
- That's why we can't compare caciocavallo to any woman
The old man wiped his hands with a cotton napkin ready for the long discussion he would have with him after the wisdom he had given them.
He wrapped his shoulders around his arm and they walked out at a slow pace until they were out of range of the lab.. Next to a tree that has seen many dialogues between them they stood looking at each other.
He asked: 'Do we continue the discussion or do we pass on to the topic that brought you up?'
The other took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and knocked after lighting his cigarette: I got a message today
Gaiseric : then the time is come
He was silent for a few seconds and then added : 'Vandal, your life is just beginning.'
He puffed cigarette smoke and remained crouched in place motionless : I did not expect it to happen so quickly
Patting on his shoulders : here it comes !
In an affectionate tone, he continued his conversation : I prefer you here with me in the company under your control, try to shorten the period
Vandal : I have more important things here.. It is necessary to return
A person usually begins to live immediately after birth ..
But how will a person be able to live after thirty years from his birth!
On a high ledge stood he, Vandal .
The embodiment of vandalism! That's what they turned him into!
It was he who carried qualities far from his character and from his surname.
He was close to the abyss.. On the floor there were scattered cigarette butts that were almost extinguished, and every cigarette that lay on the floor brought with it a mean idea that crossed his mind..
How can a dead person start his life anew ! One life after death is heaven or hell.
Which one will live now!
By any body or soul, how can a person standing on the edge of a hill without fear of falling be able to start all over again and covet to live again!
The phrase "new life" was terribly repeated in his mind.. His nerves were damaged by thinking and confusion between choices.
He glitch his fingers in his curly hair and began to knock on it with his fingertips that were holding the cigarette, several light strokes trying to fix his concentration on one point, his mind is in a struggle and a mess that he cannot get rid of.
He glanced at the last cigarette that remained in his hands.. Then he looked at the box that had become empty, this lost him the rope of thoughts that were swimming in his mind, violently threw its remnants off the cliff and then turned back .