Ok Let's Go Falco began to sweat and padded his forehead with a handkerchief. This ‘calle’ (typical name for Venetian street) was a hell. The air was unbeatable because of the hot temperature and the

Elisabetta

Ok Let's Go Falco began to sweat and padded his forehead with a handkerchief. This ‘calle’ (typical name for Venetian street) was a hell. The air was unbeatable because of the hot temperature and the aspirators of the kitchen threw out air even hotter with the foul smells of the kitchen. “Shit! Dozens of private guards outside and the CIA agents inside. It’s impossible to enter!” The inspector protested, looking the two guards who were monitoring one of the back exit that facing the narrow hot calle. Toffanin nodded. “You’re right, Inspector! One of my cousin is working as a cook in the kitchen and told me that in this days Cipriani was a chaos. She is not going to work forever in the kitchen, she wants to become an actress, she studied for it but…” “You’re a genius Toffanin!” The inspector exclaimed, pointing the two guards outside the exit who were sweating a lot. “Contact you cousin.” “Now?” “Of course, now” Falco insisted. “You told me she’s working now, right?” Toffanin nodded. “So, tell her that if she wants to become an actress she had to …” Inspector’s plan was easy. The temperature was intolerable, the two guards seemed very flushed and no one would refuse a cold, refreshing drink in that situation. Toffanin’s cousin would take it to him, they would be accepting but … “The laxative that my cousin put on the drinks is doing its effect.” Toffanin laughed, peering the two guard who couldn’t hold back the diarrhea. One of them left his post and the other guard to control the exit, but also the other one couldn’t resist and in few minutes the back exit was free. Toffanin’s cousin opened the door and led the inspector and his officers inside the hotel through the kitchen.

Aug 23, 2014 6:29 PM

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Ok, Let's Go

Falco began to sweat and dabbed/mopped his forehead with a handkerchief. This ‘calle’ (typical name for Venetian street) was a hell (note 1). The air was unbearable because of the heat and the kitchen extractors expelled even hotter air laden with the foul smells of the kitchen.

“Shit! There are dozens of private guards outside and the CIA agents inside. It’s impossible to enter!” the inspector said, looking at (note 2) the two guards who were monitoring one of the back exits that faced the narrow hot calle.

Toffanin nodded. “You’re right, Inspector! One of my cousins is working as a cook in the kitchen and she told me that these days Cipriani is chaotic. She isn't going to work forever in the kitchen, she wants to become an actress; she studied for it but…”

“You’re a genius Toffanin!” The inspector exclaimed, pointing at (note 2) the two guards outside the exit who were sweating a lot. “Contact your cousin.”

“Now?”

“Of course, now” Falco insisted. “You told me she’s working now, right?”

Toffanin nodded.

“So, tell her that if she wants to become an actress she has to …”

The Inspector’s plan was easy. The heat was intolerable, the two guards seemed very flushed and no one would refuse a cold, refreshing drink in that situation. Toffanin’s cousin would take one out to them, they would drink it, but then …

(Note 3) Half an hour later, Toffanin peered around the corner at the two guards who were doubled over with stomach cramps. “The laxative that my cousin put in the drinks is taking effect,” he laughed.

One of them left his post, leaving just the other guard to control the exit, but then he too was forced to answer the call of nature and within a few minutes the back exit was unguarded.

Toffanin’s cousin opened the door and led the inspector and his officers inside the hotel through the kitchen.

Note 1: It's more common to say 'hell', 'hellish' or 'a sort of hell' rather than 'a hell'.

Note 2: If the subject of the verb is looking or pointing at the object, you need to use a preposition. Often this is AT, but it can also be another preposition such as towards, past, beyond, through, out, back, over, forward. E.g.

She looked/pointed AT the painting with interest

She looked/pointed TOWARDS the hills, where she thought rainclouds were gathering

She looked PAST him, to see if the assassin was still in sight

She looked BEYOND him to the ruins, looking for any signs that the sniper was still there...

She looked THROUGH the peephole

She looked/pointed OUT of the window

She looked BACK to see if the man was gaining on her

She looked OVER her shoulder to see if the stranger was still watching her

She looked FORWARD to seeing him

You can also follow 'to look' with an adjective (e.g. she looked happy / pained / excited)

Note 3: I changed this sentence around and added a time lapse (half an hour) as I felt it made more sense that way...

Ben fatto Elisabetta - sei veramente in gamba!

August 25, 2014

Ok Let's Go

Falco began to sweat and padded dabbed his forehead with a handkerchief. This ‘calle’ (typical name for Venetian street) was a hell. The air was unbeatable unbearable because of the heat hot temperature and the aspirators of the kitchen threw out even hotter air air even hotter with the foul smells of the kitchen.
“Shit! Dozens of private guards outside and the CIA agents inside. It’s impossible to enter!” The inspector protested, looking at the two guards who were monitoring one of the back exits that facing faced the narrow hot calle.
Toffanin nodded. “You’re right, Inspector! One of my cousins is working as a cook in the kitchen and told me that in this these days Cipriani was a in chaos. She is not going to work forever in the kitchen, she wants to become an actress, she studied for it but…”
“You’re a genius Toffanin!” the inspector exclaimed, pointing at the two guards outside the exit who were sweating a lot. “Contact your cousin.”
“Now?”
“Of course, now” Falco insisted. “You told me she’s working now, right?”
Toffanin nodded.
“So, tell her that if she wants to become an actress she has to …”
The Inspector’s plan was easy. The temperature was intolerable, the two guards seemed very flushed and no one would refuse a cold, refreshing drink in that situation. Toffanin’s cousin would take it to him them, they would be accepting but …
“The laxative that my cousin put on in the drinks is doing having its effect.” Toffanin laughed, peering at the two guards who couldn’t hold back the diarrhea.
One of them left his post and leaving the other guard to control the exit, but also the other one couldn’t resist either and in a few minutes the back exit was free. Toffanin’s cousin opened the door and led the inspector and his officers inside the hotel through the kitchen.