8.23 times per year - an extract (and a foretaste)

Yes, that is a very first draft of the english translation of 8.23 volte l'anno. Rough and preliminar, but we are working to make it better. Much better.

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Sand, at sunsetA few moments of the turn of sunset, and the beach is almost empty.The last sunbathers have left the beach loaded with bath towels and inflatable games, leaving behind them a trail of cigarette butts, tubes of sunscreen, sheets of wax paper and icicle sticks. Seagulls, hundreds of them, are coming back on the coast, their wings on fire by the warm light of the dying sun.In the short stretch of free beach, between papers and plastic cups, there is just a guy armed with a metal detector. He walks slowly, swinging the long and light metal rod a few inches from the sand. He is dressed in a dull: baggy discolored shorts, a beige checked shirt, messenger bag, and plastic flip flops cracked by time. Uncombed hair. Cheap sunglasses.Let’s approach him.The guy with the metal detector, seen from close up, seems to move with skill and method. And those glasses, seen from close up, don’t seem so bad. No doubt the HUD, which projects data and animated graphics on the inside of the lenses, greatly increases their value.The data projected on the lenses comes from the instrument shaped as a metal detector that is actually a sophisticated real time detector of movements, temperature and density variations of the subsoil, sensitive to a depth of 400 meters below the surface of the sand.When the instrument that looks like a metal detector emits a long beep, and the HUD displays a series of well known icons and messages, the guy seems satisfied. He dismantles the tool with calm, puts it in a sports bag and walks away from the beach.Gulls, mosquitoes and darkness finally take possession of the area.