1. È una sera di venerdì, all’inizio dell’autunno, a Londra. Eva ha trentanove anni. Entra in un bel bar. Le luci sono calde e c’è musica tranquilla. Si toglie il cappotto e lo tiene sul braccio. Sorride, ma si sente un po’ nervosa. In mezzo alla sala ci sono piccoli tavoli rotondi. Sui tavoli ci sono numeri, penne e piccole schede. In fondo, una donna è su una piccola pedana con un blocco per appunti. Sorride e aspetta.
It is
a Friday evening,
at the beginning of autumn,
in London.
Eva
has
thirty-nine
years.
She goes into
a nice bar.
The lights
are
warm
and there is
music
quiet.
She takes off
the coat
and she holds it
on her arm.
She smiles,
but she feels
a little
nervous.
In the middle of the room
there are
small
tables
round.
On the tables
there are
numbers,
pens
and small
cards.
At the back,
a woman
is
on a small platform
with a pad
for notes.
She smiles
and waits.
It is a Friday evening at the start of autumn in London. Eva is thirty-nine years old. She goes into a nice bar. The lights are warm and there is quiet music. She takes off her coat and holds it on her arm. She smiles, but she feels a little nervous. In the middle of the room there are small round tables. On the tables there are numbers, pens, and small cards. At the back, a woman is on a small platform with a notepad. She smiles and waits.