And then I went to show mutual dall'otorino plates that I had to face the last day of December. There was no one waiting outside, so I knocked and entered. It seemed a good sign that there was no one, I hoped that in this way I could talk with the doctor calmly, without haste and so on. I took out the X-rays and I gave them to the doctor. He put them in the light, he said, "Hmmmm," and pointed to a spot on the left nostril. He was about to begin explain to me thought it was, that spot, when a side door that I had not noticed it was overlooking a bold-faced pink. "Failure?" he said, and then without even waiting for my reply, "look, but we have to do with that boat?" This he said to the doctor, who referred the radiograph in the bag and then replied to the bald guy and the pink face: "I told you, for what it is you need us too." "I know," said another, "but what do you want?" "A thousand euro round." The thing went on for ten minutes. Ten minutes can seem very few, having been surfing the Web. But standing in a clinic in the NHS to listen to two doctors speak of the facts, seem a lifetime. Furthermore the discussion is not evolved one iota. They were both in their respective positions without disturbing. "To you, what is the boat?" asked the otolaryngologist. "A fish, a ride," replied the other. "Then it is wasted!" "Yes, but a thousand € negotiable?" "No, a thousand euro's all. But I repeat to you what you need us to be wasted." And so on. When the bald guy is back in his room, without apology or anything, the otolaryngologist has brought me the envelope with the X-ray and greeted me. The fact that I will stop before we had even begun to explain what is wrong in my respiratory system. "Oh no?" ha detto lui, tirando fuori di nuovo la lastra. Si è messo a osservarla un'altra volta in controluce, ma questa volta intanto faceva scattare dieci volte al secondo la punta della penna, credo stesse ancora pensando alla faccenda del gommone, sentiva che l'affare era sfumato, aveva usato una tattica del cavolo, forse voleva correre dietro all'altro e dirgli che a novecento euro ci arrivava, solo che c'ero io lì a bloccarlo. Allora ha rimesso per la seconda volta le lastre nella busta e mi ha detto: "vai dal tuo medico e fatti fare un'altra impegnativa", si è alzato e mi ha tenuto la porta aperta, impaziente di restare da solo.
Poi il pomeriggio ho letto su Internazionale che per curare la sinusite basta canticchiare di tanto in tanto, e ora sono due giorni che me ne vado in giro in bicicletta a cantare a bassa voce tutte le canzoni di cui conosco il testo, soprattutto pezzi dei Ramones, dei Queers, dei Beatles, ma mi sento ancora il naso chiuso.
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