The book of Hanni E-Book

HANNI (Enrico Catalucci)

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

About Cats, Chemistry, Computer Programming, Figurative Arts, Foreign Languages, Health, Music, Nuclear Energy, Parapsychology, Plants, Various Sports

Leseprobe

HANNI'S BOOK

INDEX

HANNI AND HIS CATS 1

HANNI AND HIS CATS 2

HANNI AND OTHER ANIMALS

HANNI AND SPORTS

HANNI AND FOREIGN LANGUAGES

HANNI ANDHEALTH

HANNI AND COMPUTERS

HANNI AND MUSIC

HANNI AND FIGURATIVE ARTS

HANNI AND PARAPSYCHOLOGY

HANNI AND CHEMISTRY

HANNI AND THE NUCLEAR QUESTION

HANNI AND PLANTS

HANNI'S CALLING

Titolo | The book of Hanni

Autore | HANNI  (Enrico Catalucci)

ISBN | 9788891145352

Prima edizione digitale: 2014

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Linguistic Preamble.

There are many kinds of English. One of them is European English. A subspecies of this idiom is Hanni English,

in which this book was written.

THE BOOK OF HANNI

I am now seventy and I cannot believe it. If they take a picture of me, I don't recognize myself

in that big nosed and big eared old fellow.

When I look into the mirror, instead, don't know why, but it's as if all my wrinkles had been

combed out (isn't it, Chinaski?).

Into the mirror I see a man of fifty, my golden age. More or less like the one in the picture,

the one on the left.

At that time I was not transparent to the women from 18 upwards.

Now I am not transparent to women from 65 upwards.

At that time I used to do what they called extreme canoeing. Now fourth grade rapids are my

uppermost level.

I used to ride alone up to Cervinia to do skiing and I returned the same day. Now I never go alone

and only to near ski spots. I could ascend mountains with my cross-country skis.

Now I prefer snow racketing in the woods of Alto Vergante. I used to start on my MB in full

summer late in the morning to ascend the Mottarone. Now I start early in the morning.

I paddled with my kayak up to Ispra. Now my limit is Angera.

I could eat kilograms of chocolate. Now I never touch it, because of problems about which it is wise not

to discuss.

Anyway you and me have had a lot of chance, we were not visited by war, as was the case of my parents.

Nevertheless as a young man I experimented the cold war psychosis. I was a university student and I remember

me standing in a bar as people were listening on the radio about the Russian war ships transporting nuclear

missiles to Cuba. We all thought that a nuclear holocaust could be possible, worse than that, probable.

We grew up with that Damocles' sword dangling over our heads. Now that sword has not disappeared,

but it has become invisible.

What follows is a sort of a messy mixture of my writings (I seldom wrote anything) concerning my greatest

interests in life (except sex and death). Maybe someone will find some good tips here.

Almost all these writings can be also found on my site:

www.catalucci.it,

Return to Index

HANNI AND HIS CATS 1.

The most beautiful creature on earth is the tiger. Among tigers I prefer the huge Siberian tiger.

There is one in a zoo not far from me. The zoo is in a natural park. The visitors sit in front of a

glass panel and peer into the enclosure where the tiger lives.

At first I saw nothing in the enclosure. Then I felt a rhythmic vibration of the ground

and then..there he was, the huge wonderful beast.

Zoos are going to disappear, right so, but the emotion I felt can not certainly be given by

the most beautiful TV-documentary film.

Or if sometime, when roaming 'round

A wild, noble beast greets you

With dark stripes on a yellow ground,

Just notice if it eats you.

This simple rule may help you learn

The Bengal Tiger to discern!

I do not have the means, nor I am fool enough to try to grow up a tiger as a pet animal.

I am content with the miniaturized version.

My old aunts still remember when I, at an age of about four, brought home a dead cat

with worms and all, and the tragedy that followed after I was made to understand that

I could not keep my kitten.

They were also astonished by my ability in dressing the cats of the neighbourhood.

Alas, cleanliness was the only worshipped Goddess in my family. She forbade of course the

existence of any cats in the house. Only when I was grown up, already a university

student, a cat was admitted into the family. It was a Siamese kitten which developed to

a rather ugly animal. To begin with, he did not possess any tail, he had only a little furred

hook above his ass, but that, I was told, can occur with Siamese cats.

He had blue eyes, both converging at an impossible angle toward his nose.

He had a thin waist, but a large ass and loved immensely my mother, much to

the distress of my extremely jealous sister, who hated him heartily.

He even called my mother: "..ma..mmaa..", a wonder to which my mother, who

never in her life had had animals in great sympathy, could not resist.

She spent part of her little spare time cooking for him boiled meat to the special

tenderness that he preferred. Other foods were refused by him without exception.

He passed the evenings after dinner in the arms of my mother, and the nights

in the bed sleeping with his head on a pillow between my father and my mother.

This had never been allowed to me or my sister.

Sometimes my sister could not resist and beat him on his big ass without any

reason, so he learned not to remain alone with her, or with our superstitious maid,

who believed cats were devil's breed and kicked him every time she got the

occasion to.

I did not love him very much, but he was company to me. As a past-time,

using leather gloves, I taught him to fight. So when my friends visited me

and approached the cat for the first time, they received all a sign from His Majesty