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- Don't worry, I'll do everything. I'll do everything, yeah.

What I know for sure is that I have to try.

I try to make the prosaic ritual that follows reassuring. I gently help her to get rid of her clothes. It's not easy for me to get by on my own in this situation: only someone who has made love in a Fiat Uno and is over six feet tall can understand me.

I think it could have been worse, a Panda for example.

She observes my gestures between fascinated and dazed and absolutely does not cooperate, in fact she looks at me amazed when I recline the seat.

When I try to get rid of the pants she has a new fit of tears and clings to me, stopping my hand. All right, I tell her, let's do it with jeans on, but I don't think it's going to go very well.

She laughs between sobs, you're really stupid...