Arrivo in leggero late, 9.20 am, approach the desk of the Main Library `s immense UCL.
I call: "Hello, I'm a PhD student of Birkbeck College, can I go?"
monster And in the meantime my student card to BBK.
The old man behind the desk, supported by his colleague exact copy of a potato and eat pudding older generation, I said: "I'm sorry Sir, you must wait 10 minutes because the` input for external students is permitted only to 9.30 minutes. "
I think ... "Maybe I did not understand" ... rephrase the sentence. He tells me with the same accent, same words, same gesture of his right hand index finger pointing at the `great wall clock and the same bouncy head of my colleague in mothballs.
Incredulous, with his mouth half open in a paralysis of astonishment and incredulity `all` I step back and rest for 10 minutes in the same position to secure the two behind the desk. They planted their mechanical eyes on the screens and I completely eliminate their thoughts. They take
9.30. At the precise stop of the minute hand on the number 30, is eating fish-and-chips with 7kg fries turns her bright eyes at me and turns me the word as if it had arrived at that moment .. "Yes please, I also ask ?"...
In the meantime I had changed expression lines is described.
disiberno me from my catatonic state and I approach, paper in hand, repeating the question. The
eat tuna sandwiches to cappuccino I see paper and says, "Sorry, can not pass, in this paper does not say if she is a PhD student or otherwise, ... you should log here in my PC with its password BBK.
faces: "I can not remember a password of 7 numbers and letters in memory,` I printed in my office ..... but why not me 'he said before ... ten imnuti ago?? !!.."
She smiles at me and repeats the prohibition in the same words, accent and do not like me to wipe my ass with a bidet after shit.
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