THE FIELD ... New ... the rain finally gave him a truce.
After two days of uninterrupted rain was now only silence and a cool breeze blew in the case of nylon tent.
Lammer pulled back a corner of the sheet and looked at the shiny tops of the mountains, hidden by clouds ragged, leaving then slid his gaze to the valley, along the rocks and mountain pines, to the woods.
Down in the valley was a lake, a dark, metallic, black, surrounded by dense pine and fir-laden water.
"Look Lammer, it's almost eight, that we prepare ourselves?" Said Kasparek rolling up another cigarette.
Lammer dropped the towel and returned to the scene had its charm, but had none enough, the frost was already a few drops trickled down his neck.
"Kasparek do so, I have promised to those who leave the soup ..."
Kasparek looked dazed "The soup?! We have the ability to open a new entrance and you worry about the soup?! "
" Yes, the soup! We promised the other that they would find something hot and then I'm not moving until they prepare the soup, "said Lammer decided heading to the corner of the tent, equipped with a kitchen.
Kasparek knew it was useless to argue, he lit a cigarette and went out in search of Peters, was the third of the team and for half an hour you could not see.
"Peters What are you doing?" Asked aloud when he saw her legs out of the tent.
"Have you left something dry?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing."
"Listen Peters, the rain gives us a truce, it is the right time to enter, but there is a problem, if it does not move Lammer not before the soup kitchen. "
" What is this news? "
" You know what's there, it's always there who cares and has now fixed the soup. Go to him, so then we leave. Meanwhile, I prepare the material. "
Lammer When Peters came into the tent was already committed to cutting vegetables.
Two large onions, finely chopped after being, they were sputter a thin layer of hot oil, and a nice slice of bacon cut into cubes was reaching. Three
coast of garlic, added earlier, as the three caravels sailed golden.
"Need Help?
" Mm, I do not know, I think I do it alone. Now add the rest of the vegetables ... "
" Can I help you cut if you want, so we do first, then put the heat to low and let's start " said Peters.
"might be an idea, so when we cross the others tell him to turn off the gas as soon as they arrive. Meanwhile, you change the soup rests One moment, then pour it on the turntable scratching on the grain, and we go! "
Lammer's eyes lit up.
"And if we do not avoid the problem of controlling pasta per minute cooking time," said Peters. In a few minutes
slicing potatoes, zucchini, leeks, celery, carrots and some cabbage leaves.
were opened and drained two cans of beans and peas, then it all ended in a pan covered with water, a bit 'of tomato puree to color and a few tablespoons of nut powder without glutamate.
The flame was lowered to a minimum and put the lid was a slow mumbling described the firing proceeded regularly.
When the smell of the soup began to be felt even outside the kitchen tent, the team was ready Lammer, carbide lamps lit, the bags tightly closed and all the junk in order on harnesses.
hinges and understated suits were open as possible.
Despite the cool evening air, the humidity was heavy and cavers knew that, having already dressed from the field for the cave entrance would come pretty wet.
"Lammer've got something to eat, since you are responsible from the kitchen? "
" Do not worry, there is everything, "said watching the two companions," but not to worry about forgetting anything material that will help us in the cave. "
the lights went out in the field and walked in the moonlight winking in the clouds. They followed the track
silent, and slipping on the wet grass clinging to the mountain pines, upsetting him each time a cold shower and refreshing at the same time.
Meanwhile, behind them, in the quiet dark of the camp all was quiet the generator was shut off and the curtains of the tent personal, dried by the breeze, you swelled rhythmically.
only inside the kitchen tent would have been possible hear the muffled hum of the soup.
the pan, a shiny steel pan with seven-liter cool touch handles, fit the bill but was apparently hiding a problem had the double bottom and was in its depth, where all the vegetables they swim, which took the drama. A
zucchini, the largest, maintained that even if affected, like all other vegetables, their inherent dignity, at a certain point near the bottom, it was quick in movement and swimming burns your ass, or rather, the slice corresponding to his ass was stuck to the bottom.
The pain was excruciating, and a shout came from the bestial throat wound zucchini. The
fear and anger generated in the minds of other vegetables they suddenly boil the soup. The zucchini
wound that never until then revolutionaries had expressed intentions, is to capopopolo erse, the masses assembled skids, back together the minds and incited the fight.
direct consequence of this was the physical reconstruction of the vegetables that they found themselves once again intact, the stage before slicing.
The soup began to boil with increasing force, anger, desire for revenge against the man who had blanched the Great Zucchini.
The temperature and pressure inside the pot became unbearable, the cover splashed upward, snatched the cloth and was lost in the sky.
Simultaneously, the soup began to leak out, ended up on the kitchen, blew out the flame and began to pour on the ground.
the cold became more contact with the soil texture but did not diminish in volume, on the contrary, now powered by its own energy showed no signs of stopping out, continuously self-generating.
The gelatinous mass at the same time irregular, lumpy from the many vegetables that made it up, a delicious aroma emanating thanks to the bacon, he approached the exit of the tent, lifted the curtain and looked downstream.
The lake was a patch of moonlit silver and someone would paid for the insult suffered. At the same time
Lammer, Kasparek and Peters, unaware of what was happening at the camp, came into the cave.
The first section of the meander past away fast, hands in search of safe footholds, to bite the rock boots, bags hanging in the air.
Once at the top of the large pit, the three cavers saw the lights on the bottom and went down the other team, Peters was the last, when the rope began to flow in its descent a patrol of scouts celery was now above him but he did not see her.
At the base of the pit was boiling in the pot atmosphere was cheerful, Lammer explained what she was cooking.
Meanwhile, over the soup had reached the edge and the Great Zucchini, along with his staff was watching them.
When the first team began to climb all the soup in a niche Rinta is suspended over the abyss.
The three first-team paraded in front of him, but we do not smell it if they did, it was undoubtedly a joke of hunger.
group Lammer filming the descent, the first team out and take the bend in the soup began to descend slowly along the rope. The vanguard of celery
proceeded normally but the peas were to cause problems.
disadvantaged due to their shape rolling and made more slippery by the fat released from the bacon, advancing too ended up being close to the front lines, this was later determined that the fatal outcome of the battle. Lammer and his
When they walked in the final meander Kasparek and turned for a moment he thought he saw something shiny in the darkness of the shaft above, as well as its light cone, but she was not sure and went, the soup, suspended on the rope, waiting for that to go further down and frame the view of the troops in combat.
joint at the base of the celery well explorers went on to form the right wing of the line, the left wing was made from leeks, and these two wards, thanks to their and their speed of movement were the cavalry.
the center of the grid were the carrots, peas, beans and potatoes, or heavy infantry, the backbone of the army.
Slightly further back there was the entire staff consists of the zucchini and cabbage.
Chief of Staff and surrounded by the Imperial Guard, the Coast Garlic feared, was the Great Zucchini.
The vanguard was obviously made up of light infantry divisions composed of dice of bacon, a real cannon fodder, have endured the stress of the first assault, driven forward by the heavy infantry.
was given orders to advance, leeks and celery they performed in goose-step, potatoes rolled unstoppable, while the beans calibrate between pestilential vapors, their explosive power.
dice bacon, not recognizing themselves in this struggle, attempted an insurrection, which was immediately suppressed. Lammer and his
meanwhile arrived at the bottom of the meander, before the landslide. The
looked the best place to start looking for the hole with a lot of attention not to notice what was happening behind their backs, advancing slowly and steadily soup. A pea
sull'unto lost, however, slipped from the bacon, hit neighbors in a chain reaction that created a list of departments and the military vanguard had to stop to regroup.
It was then that the three cavers heard the splashing and the smell of heavy soup.
was now in the cave for hours and were hungry, they turned and saw heaven.
Hunger captured them, formed a semicircle with their arms down, wide at the waist.
The soup looked at them uncertain and the Great Zucchini had lost its boldness. The three cavers
Going Through the personal bags in search of spasmodic tablespoons of brown bread and slipped out, even asiago pimp and a bottle of teroldego. The soup rocked
, leeks and celery were unable to take firm ranks, the bacon looked in horror as the black bread conscious of their own destiny.
Kasparek had a measly teaspoon, squeezed it and looked forward, Peters, vegetarian, cold hissed: "The potatoes are mine!"
was a snap, a silence and then, suddenly, he gave the Great Zucchini the order to attack and all advanced.
The first to fall was mowed down by the bacon precise swipes of a spoon, then all the lines backward, trying in vain to escape.
The battle was short but intense, were not taken prisoner, who escaped were taken from the bread, the last to fall was the Great Zucchini together with the Imperial Guard, two Coast were made out of garlic without pity, squashed in the third soil, Kasparek in the garlic did not like.
When it was over were visible signs of struggle, a broken spoon, bread crumbs everywhere, crusts asiago mutilated, bleakly empty the bottle.
In a corner three cavers with dirty overalls purred soup blessed.
