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Ah, ecco. E’ finalmente sera. Posso anche smettere di fare il tipico rumore del frigorifero, che fosse per me non farei neanche di giorno. Ma, avete mai visto un frigorifero che non fa il rumore del frigorifero? Forse sì. Quelli moderni non penso facciano rumore, ma in realtà non lo so. L’unico elettrodomestico moderno che conosco è il frullatore, e lui fa comunque tanto rumore ( funziona male. tanto rumore per nulla ).
Sono un po’ stanco. E’ stata una giornata calda, e mi hanno aperto tantissime volte. Tipo Ernesto mi avrà aperto venti volte in un’ora. La maggior parte delle volte non ha preso nulla. Anche perché non che sia pieno di tutta questa roba: un po’ d’acqua, formaggi, della pasta e qualche pezzo di pizza di ieri, e del latte. Il latte è di Barbara. Oh, Barbara mi apre solo quando ha veramente bisogno di qualcosa, e poi quando mi chiude e tanto dolce e delicata. Accompagna lo sportello con la mano fino a che non mi sono chiuso bene. Oh, arriva qualcuno.
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Sono cinese ma non parlo cinese. In realtà però non so dove mi trovo, ne se la lingua che parlo sia cinese o meno, però non penso. Ma chi sono io, un professore di lettere?
Mi piace il gelato alla panna. Quando Barbara lo compra e lo mette nel freezer io sono tipo felice, tanto che farei il rumore del frigo anche di sera. Sono uno di quei vecchi frigoriferi. Ho dodici anni, ma portati bene. Sono bianco, e sì, sopra ho incorporato il freezer. Ma tranquilli, non sono un modello che soffre il freddo. E nel senso non sono neanche freddo, come magari può essere Ernesto verso Barbara dopo un giorno intero di lavoro. Sì be’, quell’uomo lì ha dei problemi. Passa poco tempo in cucina, quindi ne poco. Suppongo che se i muri potessero parlare ne direbbero delle belle. Ma insomma, i muri non parlano. Andiamo, come potrebbero? Ah, aspettate.
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Il problema di quel ragazzo è che non si accontenta. Cioè, io sono un regalo di sua mamma. Ah, che belli i tempi della cucina Navoni. Che bella famiglia che era, e mi trattavano tutti bene. Ero poi sempre pieno di cose buone, e il gelato alla panna era sempre presente nel freezer. In realtà nessuno lì mangiava molto, e alla fine mi hanno rimpiazzato con uno di quei frigofigoroni americani, e non hanno avuto neanche la decenza di nasconderlo ai miei occhi. Nel senso che se avessi saputo solo che ero un regalo, e non un regalo-per-scarto, oggi forse sarei un po’ più felice. Andrà a finire che diverrò freddo verso le persone.
Barbara è venuta in casa da pochi mesi. Prima era una noia solo con Ernesto, sì. In compenso però potevo smettere di wuare quando mi pareva. Era sempre fuori, e quando era in casa era di là. E io tipo da qui vedo solo la cucina e un corridoio, con un quadro grande appeso. Su, un viso rosso di una donna. Chissà com’è fatta questa casa. Sono curioso, ma come mi faccio a muovere? Non ho le gambe. Dovrebbero metterle nei nuovi modelli, e io cavolo, avrei altri motivi per invidiarli.
Sì be’, si è fatto presto. E’ quasi mattina. Devo lavorare. Non so quando ci sentiremo. Con tutto il casino che faccio di giorno di notte mi piace stare in silenzio. Senza parlare. Eh, l’ho detto io che sto diventando come gli umani. Anzi, come Ernesto. Freddo freddo.
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