Senator crossed the courtyard and stood before the statue of Emilio Greek, the great figure crouched, and thought that henceforth he would be a crouching figure. Then he came out of the Senate. Corso Rinascimento crossed and looked back at the palace that had seen Senator for two years, until a few minutes earlier when had to resign. Had been two wonderful years, she thought. The came to her mind all the names and faces of his colleagues who had congratulated him after his election: he was proud to be part of that elite of great men, his lawyer modest. After resigning, those same faces had looked with compassion. Only one of them had approached him and told him "you have exaggerated, what can you do ..." Yeah, he had gone too far. Qelle photos with the boss, for example. But he was so sure of his invincibility that there had also pensato.E his colleagues, in their sicurezzee so pompous, so sure of their impunity, there avevao found nothing unusual. After all, how many they had business relationships with those same boss? But that form of community, that sense of belonging to a large family (who gossips called caste) made him feel confident. But as soon as the scandal broke, everyone had downloaded, was no longer part of that family.
The senator looked for the last time with the Palace and walked to Piazza Navona Magone.
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