Quando finalmente fu maturata la decisione di eliminare la carata da parati, che strato after layer had thickened walls of a few millimeters, my father gave us the opportunity to choose the color to paint the walls of our room. There was a post 'only condition, the decision was taken unanimously by the Sunday evening, otherwise he would have chosen the color.
I do not know whether to leave that three kids to achieve unity of purpose denote an enormous ingenuity or a 'great cunning. We kids spent the weekend to vote every three hours for a show of hands, a different color of the sample that we had left the painter. In the late afternoon of Sunday, white smoke, three arms raised for a single color. A bright yellow and intense, almost ocher, almost orange, taxi almost, almost simpson.
Yellow, our walls were yellow. Rushing from father to inform him of the decision. Immediately sensed a certain disappointment. "Yellow?" told us "... and will be yellow."
On Monday, after returning from school, we found the walls of our room already perfectly painted, but in a pale straw yellow. When asked to explain our father cut him short by saying it was still yellow. "There are yellow and yellow, instead scolded my brother, who had memorized the color swatch. The
pantone 116 remained a mirage faded in white too.
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