"è match! … No, wait… now it's stopped!… I can't see it anymore". These are not the words I expected to hear after firing the shot. They hurt me. I feel a bitter taste rising from my stomach, my limbs softened like the petals of a cut flower left in the sun. "Let's go check it out!"Vincenzo encourages me. Not a drop of blood on the anschuss. On the journey that the roe deer made, up to the last point where Vincenzo saw him, not even.
"There is no doubt, Vi ', I missed it miserably!”, I conclude embittered. "Yeah, I guess you're right”Agrees Vincenzo. "Obviously it was not your lucky day and, maybe ... today was the lucky day of Stuttgart!".
A vigorous bark comes from the wood, a few meters beyond the curtain of brambles that surrounds it. " ”Seems to tell us, with all the pride, cunning and irony of a roe deer with silver stalks.