MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

DON'T TRY SUICIDE

Leoni and Enzo were a lethal combination, they always were. If it had been sex between them, they would have blown the fucking bed into pieces. They were very similar, so their relationship was so dangerous. Together were an harmonic association with all their things in common, their way of understand life and their intellect. But when it was the turn to fightings, it could unleash the third world war and it was probable that its shock wave would touch their closest friends.

Tarek liked Leoni and vice versa. Their relationship had been always good and understanding. But there were a before and after Enzo's disease. Things had changed and it was not convenient resurrect the ghosts of Munich. Leoni symbolized all those wild things.

- Taron, could you tell my husband that Leoni and me are going to the airport now?

- Why don't you tell him yourself?

- I've tried but he's trimming the ivy on the facade and doesn't hear me. I don't want to distract him. Tell him, will you?

Enzo and Leoni, making impulsive plans as usual, had decided to travel to Vienna to basically go on shopping. Shopping till we're dropping, Enzo's motto that she always had followed. In the middle of their endless conversations, in a nostalgic outburst, they decided travel together and when Leoni talked to him about the wonderful shops in Austria, Enzo told Duncan to book a flight.

- Three seats? -Duncan took for granted that Tarek would fly with them.

- Oh, no, dear. Just the two of us. Tarek suffers like a poor marthyr with our shopping sprees.

Leoni was his cicerone in that tour around the luxury shops in the Austrian capital. In Kohlmarkt they visited the famous Zacke gallery with endless Chinese and Japanese art collections that drove Enzo crazy. The shopping included a wonderful vase from Qing dinasty. The style was Bangchuiping with a bamboo shaped neck. It was painted on glaze and described two noble damsels playing with a child in the garden. It came from an Hungarian collection and Enzo fell in love instantly of that vase. He bought two other vases from Song dinasty, dragon shaped that would substitute the vases his beloved Tarek had crashed on the floor.

He bought also several dishes, bowls and trays. He loved tableware and enjoyed like crazy with that gallery. So much that the whole first day was spent there. The second one visited the antique dealer Buhlmayer and Enzo bought some Biedermeier wall lamps. Although there were a lot of quartets where you could surrender to the pleasure of consumerism, Leoni took him far away the typical streets. She chose, knowing Enzo's exquisite tastes, a route through several design interior stores in Kettenbrückengasse. And so between exhaustive stops they could get their strenghts back in Naschmarkt, one of the few open air markets in Vienna. They enjoyed also bargain on the market and visiting the small workshops with children clothes where everything was done in home made way by local creators. Enzo bought tons of clothes for his godchildren, nephews and several friend's children. Of course there were vintage furniture, fabrics shops, etc.

The shopping sprees was an acid test for Enzo's resistence. What before was an entertainment and a joy for his soul, now it was taking its toll with a new fatigue that he never had felt before. He thought over it when they returned to their luxury suite in which they shared bed in such a carefree way. He didn't want to worry Leoni giving her clues about his new state of health. In one of the stores he felt a little dizzy from which he recovered putting his legs high. Nothing alike could have happened before.

The shopping sprees were together with night tours through the gay zones in Vienna. Amazing and beautiful locals with good music, dance floor to let off steam and beautiful Austrian men to look at closely. Of course, no touch. He wouldn't be disloyal. After burning the night as they had always done, they threw themselves on bed with their clothes on. Enzo, after four hours sleep, asked a good breakfast at noon. He drank his cup of tea and relaxed on the bath tub waiting for Leoni, that slept a lot, would wake up and eat the breakfast of him too.