Parma
I do not want to be cool ... the one who lives abroad, he returned to Italy and say that everything sucks ... I do not say it sucks but my god how sad!
Since the last time in the beautiful country have been about two months elapsed between England, Holland and Belgium, where the rules are obeyed by all, where you do not lose time in unnecessary delays, racism is beginning to be a memory and where respect is primary to everything. But here ...
Outside the airport, until you get on the bus, the line will form immediately to nest in the sense that everyone is trying to get every possible space. Around the port has created a crescent of people fighting to enter.
I was here first ... but that lady said, she came after me but before the German with the yellow jersey ...
No it is not true, I remember perfectly well that I came first ... THE CLIMBS, humbug!, Shouts from the Calabrian margin of the crescent.
The file "Indian" in the rest of Europe will be a dream for many decades.
Finally we go. On way to the station we lose too much time because people think well that the large arcades of Bologna, are too small to contain the amount of people who came to town for a Saturday afternoon shopping, and then, quite rightly I might add, why not walk in the middle of the street? And why do not cross where there are no stripes, so the driver there Sheker very well in the bus, trying to avoid passing Emerging last?
Mai I must be one minute in the store to get cigarettes, I can park the scooter in the middle of the road in front of the shop door ... ... Look
that ten feet away is a place, and do not bother ... ah, do not want to be tired to walk ... I understand.
The train to Parma has had twenty minutes late. A sad couple Parmigianino sits in front of me, shortly after arriving three African boys who sit behind us. They're talking out loud, it's true, but you can hate them for it?
They did a study on talking aloud. The more the sun in a country, the more people speak out loud. Why stand outside in the open air, you have to raise his voice to be heard. To the north in the home, in front of the fireplace, with the rain beating outside, there is no need to speak up mica.
south where the sun But the flavor of tomatoes, and a walk to the beach with a good ice cream, is we need to freshen up a bit 'in this hot, you have to talk loud, or the waves cover your words.
In fact, the British think that the Italians make a lot of mess in the train, and instead we think of Africans.
Naomi, however, is the exception that proves the rule.
When talking on the phone, screaming as if he was calling the next case of a rave party.
So this girl starts to say "but because they do not go to their house to cry?" What
old concept, that old cliches. My home, your home ... how sad.
keep talking to each other and give the African children, but many of the comments I have lost due to the noise of the train. But then comes the topic sentence ... and nobody says anything then ...
At that point I turned to her right ... it is true, why do not you tell him? ... Young lady here must tell you something ... by talking about! What is the history of speaking out loud?
Then I opened my eyes and I am told that this joke could also save money. So its just empty words.
Everyone hates someone right?
I hate southerners and northern Morocco (obviously intended as any person who comes from Africa). I still hate
southern Moroccans and gay. A little 'and they both hate fascists or communists.
But then they find themselves in agreement on hatred towards the Roma and Muslims.
I hate waking up at seven in the morning, the dough sheet, the escalator handrail when going faster than the stairs and juventus!
lucky that when I came from Alexander and Ines have welcomed me with red wine and pasta with tomatoes scattarisciati!
Hours 2:20 pm
have a train to Trento.
is a long time since I come here and do not know why.
What mountains can be seen from the window ... they are very high and mighty ... I create safety, I feel protected. They are all around ... they are the true embrace of the North.
I like being half-blood and guinea polentone.
childhood spent around Italy, Taranto conceived, born in Lecce, baptized in Chieti. Forever and always in motion.
Born from a trip, grew up everywhere, always looking for new safari.
I love everything around me. The sky, the sea, the mountains and the wind are my family. Flight
hills, I drink the juice of a lemon, I dive in a puddle, I play ball with the clouds, I walk on my thoughts, look for a brick, kiss a dolphin
... I do what I want, I free, do not try boundaries, are free, free to create my own future, free to create my own family.
grab life, hold her chest ... do not leave me, I'm too happy to be alone ... warmer ... warmer ...
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