MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

ALL DAY LONG

Montreux looked beautiful with snow. The promenade around the Leman lake had a remarkable snow load, already full of holes by the earlier risers's footprints. In the background The Alps emerged from the lake surrounded by neverending misty wisps. The forecast told there would be more snow all through the day. There were barely people on streets. A group of children made a snowman among joyful screams. Meanwhile their parents took photos with their latest technology cameras to the stunning landscape.

It was funny since he laid his eyes on it, he fell in love with that secret corner in Switzerland. Although he always regarded it a boring place in which spending two or three days was alright to get back brand new quickly to his beloved and bustling London.

Now he saw things from another point of view. Since his disease, Montreux took on greater prominence on his popularity scale. It could never displace his South Kensington district but now he appreciate that quiet town, so exasperating quiet. He thought honestly that it was the perfect place for someone tired and sick.

He took a deep breath filling his lungs till he felt pain. The cool alpine air from the lake got into his nostrils feeling like broken glasses. The loose sleeves of his silk robe waved without effort.

When he finished to breath deeply, he let out the air so slowly. He repeated the operation twice more and before starting the third, he felt some arms wrapping protective his body and dragging him out the terrace.

- Hey, what are you doing? Are you driving mad? -Tarek scolded him closing the sliding door.

- What are you doing? I was learning to breath properly. Is that something else on the black list of the pensioners?

- Learning to breath? Before or after catching a cold? Such brilliant idea -he complained rubbing his arms with energy-. You're frozen.

- Stop treating me like a porcelain doll. I was healing my poor former smoker lungs.

- And you stop self medicate you about what is healthy and not. If you go out there you can't wear only a robe and sleepers.

- My love, you suck. Leave me alone.

Taking into account it awaited a long while in which Enzo would start a pensioner life, he thought he would try to be as happy as he could be. He felt he needed getting away as quickly as possible and Montreux, hidden among mountains and anchored in its own timeless rhythm, was the perfect place to try start that experiment.

They travelled there after the busy Christmas time, with Duncan and Svetlana. That way they guaranteed good food, nice company and sensible people around when they got each other irritable. Something it usually happened on holidays.

- I want you to teach me some german -Tarek suggested one day while they were having breakfast.

Enzo stuck the fork in his sausage and threw him a suspicious glance. Tarek had curiosity for everything but, that tricky language? He must get bored so much in Montreux to make him that proposition.

- No, darling.

- No? What kind of answer is that? Why not?

Enzo handed him his piece of sausage and puti t naturally on his mouth. Tarek ate it and handed to him his piece of crêpe Suzette well soaked in orange juice. Enzo tasted it with his eyes closed with pleasure. They used to eat each other's food.

- I'm not a good teacher, that's why -he took a sip of his tea.

- That's not true. You teach Charlotte piano.

- I don't teach her piano, love. We just play together and I point out when she makes a mistake.

- Isn't that teaching?