radici complesse coniugate

Sometime destiny plays tricks to the common mortal…. I know it seams like a pretext to keep on writing about the mysterious lady, but in facts today she is again sitting on the train near to me. The fact that she takes the same train as me is not so strange, clearly she works in Stuttgart too and she comes back at the same time. Fancy is that she was again sitting in the very same car as I, but on the other side, since these are the only two times I observed her, could also be that she was every day in the last months sitting on that train, and or I never noticed her or she was on another car.

Anyhow, she is again on the train.

This time I’ll try not to irritate Hardla neglecting some information, so I’ll review these lines as I’ll be at home, and I’ll add the news I’ll catch later on.

Today she is not watching any picture, like the last time. So I can’t solve that mystery… and the question will remain unsolved, at least until next time I’ll see her with photos.

She is reading a book, very normal thing to do on a train, since more than the half of the passengers (me included, when I don’t tip on the palm like now) are doing the same. So apparently there will be nothing more to write, she reads, like the others, so fuck your speculations. But when everybody else is reading a book with an original cover, so everyone else could understand what they are reading, the lady has bundled her book.

It could be just her normal way to act, she’s probably a very orderly person, and she wants not to scratch the original cover.

For me just that is somehow suspicious, I’m notorious disorderly, and I’ve difficulty in understanding why she have to make any effort in bundling a cover, that is already more rigid than normal paper to protect the pages inside, but moreover if she does that she also hides what she’s reading to other peoples. And that means she probably is very shy, and doesn’t want to be judge from other peoples basing on her lectures, and, since I’m doing that, I find that somehow funny….

It will be too easy to pretend she’s hiding the general code of Russian nuclear missiles in her book, after I conjectured that she was searching for a hidden clue in the picture last evening, but it will be a very silly secret agent to do something like that. Could be that the book, a normal book, some romance or similar, contains more hidden clues, that only the P.I. can find, probably the clue to search in that particular book was in the very pictures she was watching at last evening…

But since my (and her) station is approaching, I don’t have more time for silly theories, from the thickness of the book, she’s probably reading Harry Potter, and I can easily understand, that she’s ashamed of that!

She stepped out of the railway station, the same man in the same car was waiting for her, she and the mysterious book went away, in the same direction as last night. More to come?

She's young, I'll say 28, or at maximum 30; she's dressed neocon, to appear older, though.

She's not beautiful not ugly, a couple of kilos more, blond secretary, elegant; just anonym to me.

She's watching pictures, she just received per mail, or collected somewhere.

She evaluate them, sorting out the best ones, very concerned not showing any, holding them tight, and watching over and over.

Are they photos of her last vacation, of a party? If so, why hold them so tight? Why been so suspicious? Are they embarrassing photos of her? Is she on that pictures naked? She don't seems like a porno actress, could then be that she made some naked pictures, to give her boyfriend...

Her constant watching and sorting makes me nervous, curious extremely curios.

And again she watches, sorts them, like having a precious treasure in her hands or a terrible secret to hide, or she's searching something somewhere  in the pictures, like a p.i. searching for a clue, hidden in a detail somewhere in the background of common pictures, is she searching for a coded information hidden in the gestures or in the landscapes? My dear I’m becoming paranoid!