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Christmas ...

Ah, a wish for a Merry Christmas to everyone who passed by here today.

Thank you all.

Jacopo.

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Resume the thread after a long, long silence. On 22 November seems a century ago, even though in reality, time seems to pass the Texans beat the weather changes, where it ranges from 25 degrees to the ice storms. On the same day. Older people say that global warming and the detachment of the polar ice caps have nothing to do, this was even before there were cars. We trust the old veteran with a strong southern accent.

And how, according to some mathematical theorems, between 25 degrees and the ice storm a little bit in the middle there must be, so from November 22 to today (Christmas Eve) a little something in between, for transività, must be there. And among the unpredictable weather and frustrating time to be included without a doubt the cold night of Dec. 14. Texas Stadium, the Giants (football team in New York ed. ) visit the hosts Cowboys (Dallas team, and how could it not be). It comes to Texas Stadium, plant that will be demolished to make room for the new and modern next stage is likely to 100,000 jobs, with some heat. Just to clarify, as already mentioned is December 14 but we are in jeans and T-shirt at 6 am local time in the afternoon. You exit the stage at 10:30 local time the evening with a breeze that brings about 25-30 miles per hour and the thermometer has dropped to almost 32 degrees. F ahrenheit (32 F = 0 ° C, ed. ). It is worn by naive tourists in a foreign land, the same jeans and t-shirt which we had entered the first 4 hours. Ah, no, to say the truth, the faithful companion of adventure, it also has the jersey of Eli Manning (quarterback of the Giants, ed. ) but, judging from her expression does not seem to cover much. The next fifteen minutes of walking, so it takes to reach the car parked not too far from the stadium, is an odyssey, including frost and cute little comments in respect of the people of Dallas to the top of the quarterback in New York, which However, do not help to warm up or minds, or environment. The arrival of the car? shall be accompanied by notes of light relief surrounded by various kinds of curses (Italian for me, English for the trust shown). Apart from this, memorable evening.

Returning to the present, today, December 24, strange day. 25 degrees seems to look out April 25. Strange time here, and strange is the way it seems to pass. Seasons undefined, unexpected storms, hurricanes, spring days on December 24. All this is truly unusual and helps to create some confusion with the perception of passing time, more than ever busted. 134 days seemed to last an eternity, they seem a flight today. And in this strange flow of time looking for ways to find an answer to how and why, under the illusion that the reckless Texan weather, can satisfy my cognitive gaps. In reality, the illusion does not last long, and in a moment I realize that he had erred only thinking of trying to understand how the weather behaves. Especially in Texas. Abandonment, very wisely, returning to thoughts much land as the fact that this Christmas will be different in every way.

88863 km from home (thanks google) there are many, in fact I am just thinking about it a lot. But after all those 4-5 pounds that I could take in Italy between Christmas and New Year, the distances are something that will not stop accumulating. If we must tell the truth it moves to the left side of the ocean those measures 4-5, double, perhaps triple, in the duration of the AFS (Another Fat Student, the editor suggests).

The hour is getting late, I apologize for the digression, however boring and convoluted that has characterized my stay here last month. No more letting go and want some very pretentious to describe feelings and emotions (let's leave that task to the blogging of emmessenne ", but that is another story, and without controversy, eh!). Nothing more ambitious in trying to capture the ways and reasons for the Texas weather, probably the most difficult task to find a philosophical explanation for the passage of time. Are not ready for anything. No, not yet.

Jacopo.

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The first time you do not forget. Never!

Abstract: If the previous article was largely incomprehensible to most people, given the presence not only of references, but allusions to characters (albeit historical) that from time to both appear on the parquet NBA, this will be even more.

(Porte the obligatory apology, let the point).

November 3, 2008 (yes, you go backwards),

Monday, to be precise.

Esco, Fury from the period 5 and as already mentioned several times by the name of "Basketball." Fury go home shower, change clothes, and off we go. Ah no, it lacks one thing that will be very, very important. The camera. Now, we go.

2 hours of Interstate 20, the road (so to speak) they really do not see neither the beginning (North Carolina!) Nor the end (West Texas). When we finally seeing the first skyscrapers, you realize you have come, if downtown Dallas is your destination.

Meanwhile in the two hours spent traveling, call the child to surveillance for people in a state of probation in Longview. In other words that would Mr. Wesley, whose offspring by the name of David. David (Wesley ed.) Former Cleveland (and much more, but this will be dealt with in the future), that of the Finals two years ago, says to stay at the hotel where the Cavaliers would be there because a friend who procure tickets for the match of the night. Cleveland at Dallas.

The hotel, stuff for at least 3 zeros at night, two hundred yards from the American Airlines Center. So scenic ride around the estate of Mark Cuban, and so the hotel, which lies in between a 20-storey building with various offices and shops of different products but with a common denominator: the number of digits on the label, impractical. Apart from the scenic ride around, we go (I and Sg. Filippazzo) to the hotel lobby, where Amanda is waiting for us. Amanda is the director of marketing of the Cavaliers, and that gives us two tickets for a newbie like me is pure gold. Tickets from the 90 bucks a section where the press sits, which are the lowest in the ring with you and not a dozen yards from the field. A dream.

So that having made the most sincere greetings of gratitude, we move to the palace that night, of course, is expected to be filled to maximum capacity of 19000 spectators. Among other reasons, there is one that has a name. LeBron.

arrive soon, very soon indeed, with a clear idea of \u200b\u200btaking two temporary seats on the sideline, so remember to get a few autographs from the players go by. The hope is that the chosen distance, but as hope is not said is true. And it will remain so. In return, we get two or three autographs including rookie JJ Hickson (to keep in mind), Boobie Gibson and Andy Varejao, I also dedicate the honor of the photo you see up there.

addition to this, as we said there was a game to play. Let's face it, not the most exciting of all time, because it is just the beginning of November and LeBron is not in the mood to enhance. It will finish with 29 in agility. The Mavs lost at home the game that will start the streak (range for the truth by the victory of San Antonio, but these days no text) of six consecutive defeats. Fans furious Mavs, Mark Cuban did not even speak.

After the game, however, runs back home, and with it the harsh reality. As a first time

absolutely not bad, if not more than the outline of the game itself, but with Dirk and LeBron on the court (to name just two, eh) is a priori more than respectable. Meanwhile

now waiting impatiently for the Knicks (who at Sg. Filippazzo very much at heart), in the hope of seeing a free-range Gallo, although probbilmente even that is and will remain a hope.

Jacopo.

PS: Two notes. Firstly, if someone still has in mind JJ Hickson, behold, the rookie's cousin and himself, both from Georgia (or any state "to further") sits below a row of us and makes us see with showy impatience thing, even if the poor family will not set foot on the field. Omitted.

The second is to be attached to the chapter on "emotions" is deliberately left out that the episode is staged at the hotel. Two seconds after receiving our tickets, we go out there and decide to calm it's time to relax for a moment at a table in Starbucks. There is no way. Two minutes later the bus NBA, so players, staff, marketing directors and so on. boarding the bus, we all march to a couple of meters. The last, dressed all in black with two old-style headphones over his ears, and LeBron, who in addition to carrying the bag also brings a shiver. Oh well, there's just way to relax eh.

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November 4, 2008

"Hey James."

are now past the 10, rather than the school, as the daily double training session, you hear. We are more or less time to fall asleep in fact.

That name, pronounced for the umpteenth time with family quell'ormai American accent, has something more strange tonight.

"Come here, look at this."

I had left the Spurs to four minutes from the end of the 4th quarter against the Mavericks under sixteen, that night seemed to have been blessed by the most important gods of basketball. But Dirk was not amazing in the evening, 30 in 37 minutes. I had almost believed it, I do not know what logical support, but I must admit that I almost believed it. Maybe Gregg, even though the new style less admiral and more man lived (see unshaven for several weeks now) offered support for that view, but still remained on earth and therefore impractical, given the divine presence that night had dropped the AT & T Center.

So very reluctantly I head towards the tv, which I feel to get a noise of people yelling. As if the Spurs had miraculously reassembled. Yes, this time I'm almost convinced. The screen shines a white number on a blue background, which more or less takes up the whole picture: 284. Frankly, too, even if there were the old Suns, let alone the team Popovic.

"Look, this is Chicago, he's gonna talk in a minute! "

On a stage surrounded by thousands of people is the one. Downtown Chicago is the backdrop to the new president of the United States. 284 are" seats "(translation by" electoral votes "I escapes) and Barack Obama, at 10:20 on the time of the Windy City, has just earned. 270 they needed for victory. From then on, though staying with the popular vote in the balance, will be a massacre: 365 to 162. But now no one cared even more. The first African-American man was elected President a few minutes from the United States. stuff is incredible. No fact, no one believed it. Those who had voted for the man from Chicago was pretty sure that the 'America is not ready for everything, while supporters of the Maverick (looking at you, coincidences) against the unbelievers banging the remote control television, convinced that this, more than many other things, will bring more harm than good. Some people then resigned, saying instead that (exact words) if our president is black, we can not do anything, we just have to accept the harsh reality. So that this is frightening, but even though English still limps sometimes, the sense of those words, I fully understood. And I question the need explanation.

Apart from that, I think this episode in some little book / almanac in one way or another is bound to finirci. And being there with someone who in the end we had hoped, but in his heart he did not want to put too much hands on, is one of those things that you reconcile. With the world, with America. If then the next morning, Professor of law, husband and son in the military, Texan to the bone and apparently convinced Republican, says that in eight years the friend of the maverick has done "more damage by hail" and therefore the cronies do not deserve another 4 years in DC, then I will reconcile with everyone else. All the other poor (excuse the rant) fools who believe that the color is worth more than all the rest. And then blue (the color of democratic ed) is, and it's always darkest, almost black, if anyone is inclined to create an analogy. To all the other poor fools who have the history under the eyes, and he does not want accountability. Thanks but all of America that the Democratic or Republican, who realizes that maybe since November 4, 2008 something has changed, beyond ideology and politics, something that has evolved, has improved. Thanks for letting me touch the story.

who deserves special mention if then, according to ocean reserves the right (and how not to expect) various amenities on the new service, "taking the trouble and of course the taste" to pass by idiots sixty million people. Oh well, there is the little one in the great, he thought someone with her while ... Perhaps it will be. As the writer think more or less known.

Jacopo.

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Never forget November 5th

Obama Won ... for an article on, wait at least tonight I get home.

Meanwhile, I will present my article on November 5 and the Italian situation.

From V for Vendetta.

forever remember November 5th, the day of the Gunpowder Plot against the parliament. I do not see why this should stop the plot in time. But the man?

I know that his name was Guy Fawkes and I know that in 1605 tried to blow up the English Parliament, but who was he? What kind of man was he?

They teach us to remember the ideas and not a man because man can fail, the man can be captured, can be killed and forgotten.

"Good evening, London. First of all to apologize for this interruption. How many of you I appreciate the comforts of routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. Rejoice like everyone else. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or after an awful bloody struggle are celebrated with a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November 5 One day, alas, sunk into oblivion, by subtracting a bit 'of time in everyday life, to sit and chat. Some will want to remove the lock, I suspect that at this time orders are being shouted on the phone and will soon reach the gunmen. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power, because they are the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is that there is something terribly wrong with this country. Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and surveillance systems, which force you to acquiesce to this. How did it happen? Whose fault is it? Certainly there are those more responsible than others will have to answer for everything, but once again, to tell the truth, looking for a culprit, you need only look in the mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. And who would not have had? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and mental chaos meant that you turned to the High Chancellor, Adam Sattler. He has promised peace and order in exchange of your silent, obedient consent. Last night I tried to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed in our memory forever on November 5. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown, I suggest you let pass unnoticed on November 5. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you are looking for as I am, I ask you to stand beside me, a year from this night outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a November 5 that will never be forgotten. "

Never forget November 5th.

Then tomorrow we talk about America.

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(AP) praises the American school

denigrate the American school is that, more or less, without ever having seen, we do. To say that deep down also has its positive sides, which is more or less everyone who saw it, they do. Sometimes holding together 2500 people of color, race, ideas, different thoughts is impossible. It 's why we need to take to school the police.

But, when you can see that those colors, those ideas, those thoughts fit together, you'd think that is not the little man in a blue suit with a pistol on your belt to have done a good job, but others around him in 2500. Then everyone thinks his own way.

Here, at least the school, do not see what color you are, if you vote Obama or McCain, if you are five feet or if you have two ten. Here the school is a place where first you learn how to live, according to one learns the "superfluous": history, geography ... Why "out there" people who despite being in school is reluctant to not understand the hint is low, and continues with impunity to destroy what others build. Because if we think about it is true, especially the Americans inside the borders to seek to themselves and other "peace and freedom." Yes even outside, but that's another story.

mean public school? Do not be thrown away, indeed. Longview High School, attended school but not even that much, offers 100 courses and passes, starting from the kitchen (!), Shifting from more traditional mathematics, lastly doubt learning courses such as "floral design" or "bible survey, but not put your hands on it, then someone takes it up personally! But what is surprising is not the presence of such, but the high attendance. The cooking class then more water is required in the Sahara. Witnesses said that a year before you need to register to attend that course. Class instead of physics consists of less than 17 pupils and the level is not that stellar. Then I try to imagine the everyday average cooking class. No, I can not (and is said with all due respect, eh). But belonging to the level, it is considered that the public school, not getting a genuine accident if not for the vital functions. And yet, there are clubs such as golf, tennis, English club, that of France. How? Donations.

Example: the basketball team, annually, is moving in with coaches, and stay at the hotel for longer trips, with only money in donations. Yes, because as mentioned earlier, the state (in this case Texas, which is also very generous!) Pays the public school. But as we all know, on the left side of the ocean often prefer to rely on the genius of individual popolanti, rather than to structures of more "obamiana (concedetemelo, please) accessibility.

And so, poor us, we find ourselves in a school that stinks, it falls apart, do not teach you anything and you have cops who go around at all hours. If you want to you can even see that. From the point of view "real" instead, the public school is one of those things he teaches. It teaches you to see the world, because in there we find the worst hicks, but we hardly find the Bill Gates or Steve Jobs, the school teaches you that, in addition to teaching multiplication, you must provide a model for when you're "out there". The sport, at least for me, gave me more life lessons than I would have done Aristotle. But we basically talked about that enough. What matters is that you try to do the best with the resources we are given, to make less bad what is bad, and the important many times is not the result. But the spirit. The fact that once again has demonstrated an effort to improve, not to be perfect. The realization that to be the worst there is, is not a handicap but a point from which an advantage to exploit. Against whom? Against themselves, against their own limits. It seems to understand why four hours from Longview, TX, forty years ago, someone started to get to see lunar craters (or so they say, but even here, that would be another story.)

This really sad, then, to see how somewhere in the world, rather than improve, try to tamper with something that, thank God, seems to work. And if it's a matter of policy, budgets or financial. If as a matter of pride, that lesson in that same part of the world seem (seem?) Have never learned. It is a matter of spirit, that we should push to go beyond the old to the new head, Shameless mistakes. In Italy, however, the lesson is given, it is always better than a forward one step back, better security (ephemeral) an embarrassment to have at least tried to do something.

Two cultures? Two different ways of thinking? For me, just two principles of Newtonian nature equal and opposite. Only one pulls forward, and the other pulls back. What is wrong? Have you, but I like the direction of time. Forward without stopping.

Jacopo

PS: an Italian representative on earth of Texas, welcomes in this imperfect world to its namesake, certain that he, too, nell'indubbia human imperfection, it will follow the direction of the perfect time. Good Luck James (and confides in his uncle).

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The "case" of Mt. That time

Luck is one of those things you have or do not have. Some are born with luck and who was born with bad luck. A little 'as the story of Paperoga and Donald Duck, one has it, the other did not have it, and you can not do anything. You can try and try to turn the fortune that goes round and round, but do not you ever. And 'one of those things: "For everything else there's MasterCard." Well in fact, for everything else. And the difference between who's got the luck and who did not have very simple, and also visible for all to see. In fact, one is an avalanche of dinners with friends from high school or reintroduce the old family photos with bright eyes, while the other uses MasterCard and buy the Sharp AQUOS 50''screens one after another. Not that what the owner of the MasterCard is better than another, only to say that maybe has a little 'more than "luck".

Some people, however, this situation innate fortune-hex-bar does not accept it, and invents such like, "Fortune favors the brave" and so on.

Fortune favors the lucky ones, period. Indeed, luck moving the case, which helps the lucky ones. To go back to the first axiom of transitivity.

and I think that this notice is Monte (practitioners of English sounds like macaroni Money, keep this because it is an unnecessary detail) Pittman. In fact, one night on David Letterman's Late Show is Madonna. Yes, Madonna, the pop star. One of flesh and blood diva who sings, dances, plays ... no, stop, play sounds. Along with Madonna in fact there's a guy with a guitar, with the pick after all that he gets! And since now you live in Longview, TX, you will be immediately noted that the type on behalf of Monte Pittman is a native of the city "of the long view." Oh ok, I say, Cipollini is also Lucca!

Curse. Sometimes I really wonder why they continue to throw challenges to the Americans, they always know more than you, and the evil that should be their best friend is also a veteran of one of those professional leagues in three letters, like NBA, NFL, NHL , MLB. Cosette short.

Monte, after childhood spent in Longview, he graduated and looking to make a living from one chore to another. But luck is very petty with him, and despite all the goodwill and an unbridled passion for music, not much is granted. Thus, closed cabin and puppets, moving in one of the many directions that the city "of the long view" allows you to observe. And so the little chap, fond of music, has meanwhile obtained a job in a music-store plans to 3 on Sunset Avenue, Los Angeles. A little 'how to say in Via Condotti in Rome. And then left the home in Longview, climb in the car and travel the 2000 km that separate the city from mid-Texas, that Monte will be a Promised Land. Promised Land but does not show up immediately as if by magic. In fact, the poor Mr. Pittman as the only home, in addition to music-store where she works, the back seat of his car.

But the axiom that we are discussing, and Monte being lucky, being helped.

In one of his many days in the music-store, a stranger enters, looking around quizzically.

"He needs something, sir?", "Find someone to give guitar lessons to my wife, who do I contact?", "Look, he found the right person.". Quick exchange of conversation at the end of which the life of Monte, unbeknownst to him, will never be the same. The clerk is in fact given a piece of paper with an address written on it. So Monte, as a good teacher, is at the address above on the day. Before his eyes, the result is a seal that, in spite of our type is not practical for these posts to be millionaires, you know immediately that something is wrong. Indeed it is, and how if it goes. Indeed, when the teacher asks the student to see looming in front of a pretty face known. Ah it must be that there ... so yes, that's Like a Virgin, American Pie. Mrs. Ciccone, Madonna's friends. Stranger on the music-store? Guy Ritchie! For probably a native of Longview nothing more than a player of the Cowboys. In fact, much less.

For three years now, Ms. Ciccone has decided it is more convenient to carry around the guitar rather than play the guitar every time. And so the "case" would have it, Monte was running all over the world and really did a lot of "luck". For those who reside in the Italian boot refer his name to that "money" above, stands in some respects of fortune.

Fortune favors the lucky ones. It would seem axiomatic not rebuttable.

Jacopo.

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Ok, after the strike of sottonick, after chatting with God, after speaking on the death of me, well ... this time I surpassed myself as a paradox to and length of the intervention. Good luck to all readers wishing to read :-D
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Wilga Street slipped quickly behind me and began to penetrate the needles in my mind the loud music. The lights waving in the air and threatened to explode at any moment.
I decided that I would not go to the unnamed road straight in front of me, but I went right away from the crowds and away from people that I stamped my feet, away from the boys who made drunken with their own vomit off the stifling day, away from the beautiful foreign girls you blinked because he seemed to be Italian.
opts for a small pub. "Huggin's and Friends" read the sign. I went with an indifference that was not used, did not look to the right or left to find some girls looking for someone that would give her a little 'annoyance for that evening and went straight in front of me towards the counter. There were

three large decorative plates depicting St George and the Dragon that impressed me a lot and I was almost tempted to get one and run away ... The shelf behind the high blond girl who was preparing to serve was full of spirits and beers with a few , mostly by unknown names, the four large chandeliers with bellows green gave the place a strange atmosphere relaxed despite the turmoil that surely there had to be out there with people dancing and busted, despite the night club next door and despite I knew that peace would not last long, just long enough to enjoy a beer.
"I help you?" debuted as a waitress. "What beers do you have?" I asked, puzzled and grabbed her and began to browse a small booklet with a map of Malta, where they highlighted the most characteristic towns. St.Julians then began to think that it was not all that nice to see -... Laner - especially if you had been feverish and stuffed with antibiotics until a few hours before -... Heineken, and if you did not want anyone to walk in front because they wanted feel a bit 'and then on your -.. nness our-CISK.
I realized quite late that I had listed all the beers and was watching me with a quizzical face, so to not make an idiot, I asked the last I heard, which was then also that of which I was almost certain that you understand the name. With a staggering
English said, "A CISK to the bottle ... not ... thanks"
I paid my € 2 and 40 and began to enjoy, just like a derelict, ale and bitter that I had been served without excessive compliments from the bartender. When I had
guzzle about a quarter of my pint glass, sat down beside me a young woman with Mediterranean features, marked with a tan, which, together with his very dark hair, my eyes made her a statue carved in a wood.
"What you got beer?" asked me not without interest.
"A local beer, the CISK export the plug," I said irritably.
I had a bad headache and my throat was beginning to annoy me, I coughed and I thought a curse unique ... I was really annoyed by the fact that I wanted to talk to anyone, let alone listen to someone, and a beautiful girl about 25 years, a simple beauty and not vulgar, with a blue dress, perhaps a bit 'too tight that maliciously drew the curves, was there trying button to attack.
"Hey, if you do not want to bother, just tell me ... I turn, I drink my beer and I'm leaving."
The purpose of this sentence that she was clearly to get my interest, a sort of 'reverse psychology' rather bland, I was conscious, and then tried to resist.
"How did you know that I do not want to be bothered?"
He looked stunned, his eyes narrowed blacks in defiance, then was about to take her purse, but then collapsed, and I interrupted, "No, do not go ... I just do not feel good and I did not want to ruin the evening to someone else talking about my illness and the phlegm that is accumulating in me throat. Damn air-conditioning! "
Maybe I realized I need to talk to someone, and then it was a good opportunity to pick up a really beautiful girl and a not inconsiderable charm.
"Aniello My name is ..." I told her unpretentious and offering her hand.
"Eh?" Could you repeat your name? "
I was really amazed that you would know my name, otherwise he would have asked me again, he would simply avoid calling in any case I told him again and seemed to have grasped more or less.
"But I am Alejandra, nice to meet you" and so saying he put his hand on what I had the port, the seized, brought it up to my chin and leaned his lips barely touching her, as I had become accustomed to do after five days of continual courting the girls turn.
Her skin was smooth and scented with a fragrance sought, perhaps a bouquet of roses, but a very particular smell, which on most of the girls I had seen here in Malta a few days earlier would have been excessive, but to her it seemed damn right.
"I am Italian, Where are you from?" I asked, genuinely curious about this time the particular shape that was before me.
"I'm English."
name, Alejandra, would have let me conclude, but his English was too good to be English, its decision was not influenced by the delicate and heavy dell'accento Mediterranean. He must have studied abroad, or had much practice with English-speaking to have achieved such a result, so I tried to get to the bottom.
"What do you do? Studies?"
He answered all my questions, even those that I had brought, saying "I studied Economics at the University, I am now doing a Masters in Automotive in Cambridge. You?"
"Study of Electronic Engineering, at a university a bit 'less noble della tua... Salerno". Sorrise e si avvicinò passando allo sgabello successivo; ora le nostre ginocchia si toccavano.
Al contatto, i miei occhi caddero verso le gambe e poi risalirono piano, molto piano, verso il suo volto: aveva davvero delle cosce ben modellate, il fianco appena sporgente ed un seno...ma poi mi persi nei suoi occhi.
Riprendemmo la nostra conversazione dopo una infinità di tempo riempita dal vuoto del silenzio, ma sapevo bene che dovevano essere passati pochi secondi, due, massimo tre.
I due piatti di San Giorgio ci guardavano ammiccanti, con dei riflessi verdognoli dovuti alle luci del locale.
"Come mai hai scelto un pub? Voglio dire... c'è tanto trambusto, tanti posti per ballare, tante ragazze easy and an Italian boy ends up in a desolate pub? "
struck me by surprise because I did not expect such a request, and because, it seems the cliches about Italians are quite common: we are animals in the disco their lives they are only chasing girls are easy. What a beautiful picture! After a moment, and sogghignai said.
"I'm not really a disco maniac ... but I think I have you mentioned earlier that I was not that great right these days. "
" Yes, of course ... seen. Do you have terrible dark circles. But otherwise we'd go? I mean, I mean that's why you came to St. Julians, certainly not for the sun and the sea! "
Still tried to stretch a smile on my face, but looked too tired. In any event, even knew of this cliche, this time of feminist cliche ("men only think of one), but I could not in any way contradict it, since that was one reason, and his face gave me security and I did not want to lie, and then the flat armed with a lance of St. George, over there, seemed to threaten me - mind and you will like the dragon skewered cowardly traitor! -
What amused me deeply. After less than half a pint I was intimidated by a porcelain plate!
Wait ... A dish? But there were two ... no, three! And no one had taken off from there, otherwise I would have noticed. I answered hastily
saying, "Sisi, of course, that's why we're here, you're right." then added, "I'm sorry if I ask you this, but ... the dishes there, when you came, there were three?"
laughed gently, putting her thin fingers to his mouth and pulling her head back slightly. The colors of the spirit of the bar is suddenly flattened out and disappeared the last dish of St. George, the first light was warm and cozy also became piatta.Piatto.Piatta.Piatt

o. Lost all color and contours becoming increasingly dreamlike remained only Alejandra, the only well-defined figure that stood out against anything, we were sitting on stools and the counter or at least what was left of it: only the well-chiseled wood, no decorations, no mats, either written or ... nothing.
"Antibiotic expired?" I asked with little hope. As if a hallucination would then give sensible answers to my questions.
"No, none of this. It 's just a person that you are well prepared."
"Ok. Abducted by aliens?". At that time you painted a disgusting image in my mind: Alejandra (who still had the sense to call it by name? It was not the girl who made me believe that ...) who was smiling and his skin was suddenly eroded, leaving a creature appear gray, vaguely anthropomorphic ... Rise
still taste "No, no." Now, almost sobbing with laughter and a tear in his left eye also appeared, which slowly slid on his face, taking away the trick.
I realized, quite casually, he still had beer in his hand.
"Ok, beauty ... oh well, whatever you are ... I'd say something about Berci."
fly, teleport short, get to that surreal place, I was invigorated, I noticed the transformation that had the tone of my voice, my thoughts, my way of speaking. It was a bit 'that I did not feel so well and my answers are proof: Do not look more like an ailing octogenarian who drank his last sip, but I was almost a twenty year old again, and I almost started please me in the situation where I had found. When the beautiful
appear to me that it was stopped laughing he said earnestly, "Here is finally here. I could not see more in those conditions."
'It is true, I could not not even me, and I think I owe you thanks Aleja ... ok, I will continue to call Alejandra. " I smiled and this time I must not seem like a bad imitation of myself, because I felt his lips curve exactly as they should, at which point I decided that what I did was a pretty convincing smile and I reported the lips in place.
"All right, call Alejandra. On the other hand, that's how I presented myself."
"Now that I have almost regained the ability of sound mind, would you tell me what are you? "
This time she was smiling.
still had not seen his face open in a smile, and it upset me, I had never seen anything like it in terms of beauty and intensity ... it was a weapon, something powerful and relentless, something which would never have survived under normal conditions, something "I'm an angel" so ... "eh?" WHAT? "I do not think saying it out loud, even to be honest I was not even certain that he had spoken until then (if it was truly an angel, the level of conversation was the sensory level?). In any case, my face had leaked and Alejandra, without much surprise, said
"Yes, I'm an angel, in particular, a guardian angel. "
" Right. That was what I was missing ... overall I am a person susceptible to these things, right? That is, I mean ... after playing cards with God, do not want to meet your guardian angel? "
smiled again, but this time with a human expression, all too human, as if to say 'you have not yet figured out, eh?.' But it was just a feeling of a moment ... also because I knew all too well: I was speaking with my guardian angel and he was also a very nice girl. I was probably misinterpreted his smile, or maybe I tried to use the parameters for a human expression that is not human was.
"Suppose I'm believing in what you say. You might also want to know where are we? "Obviously
expected this question and replied immediately, without thinking.
" We are in a place not well localized in your usual reality. Let's say we went to a different energy level, where you too are material, but you made the other, before you ask me I tell you now that your physical body is actually missing from the pub where we were, in a time when everyone was standing behind me. So you're here with me in this parallel reality. "
" Ok ... Let's see if I understand ... I left home sober, a little 'tired and with the aftermath of a bad sore throat, I walked into a pub where I started drinking a beer. Here comes the guardian angel, a beer with me and transports me into a reality more 'subtle' than that in which I am accustomed to living and entertaining a lively conversation. It all makes little sense, no? "I mentioned a laugh, then," My question is: why? "
Alejandra frowned a bit 'in your face, but her eyes were still bright and blacks squirted a vitality for me unprecedented then I replied.
"Why you should know. I already told you that you're a person predisposed to this type of experience, but not enough preparation, it takes the will: what you wanted? "What?"
I stood still for a moment to look at it. It was really beautiful. I decided that I would not wasted my only chance to talk to a guardian angel trying to figure out what I was doing there ... I finished my beer and began to ask some questions.
"Ok. I do not care right now. ... But I wanted to tell you how it works with you angels?" That is who is responsible? Who you need to realize if you make some bullshit? "
He also made her a long swig of beer, regained a semblance of a smile, and gathered for a moment in thought, appeared a tiny wrinkle on his forehead and then I replied.
"I do not know exactly what they are authorized to tell you ..."
"Daaaai ... I spoke to God, if you were to blame, tell him to venirsela to take with me."
"If you put it like that ... it means that I'll explain how it works, hoping the boss does not you mad too.
For every human being who is born is given a guardian angel, it is generally the complement of its preserved, that is if the child is male, the angel is female, if the child is an angel is dark blond hair, if the child the angel's light complexion dark skin, and so on ... Then it happens, even quite often, that we can not assign an additional child, as my colleagues have all those features you want already in service, and then it is assigned one at random. In these cases we accepted 90 Angels volunteers and each is given a number, then the lucky owner of the sign with the first extract the wheel of Milan latest edition of the plot, is given the task of protecting the baby ... "
" Wait ... I'm lost ... that is, I mean ... Why Milan?
"Ah, this is a strange story. I'm an angel quite young, so do not yet exist at the time, but tell me who originally used the wheel of Naples. However, San Gennaro was used to stack the sweepstakes when he had to 'give the place' to one of his favorite angels. When they came out telepathic eavesdropping to what happened there was an uproar in heaven, and the most angry was because St. Nicholas was going to ask one of these Favoretto Gennaro, for one of his favorite angels. In the end, it was decided almost unanimously that the management of lotteries would be entrusted to the placid St. Ambrose of Milan, which is working quite well. "
" Excuse me, but ... how does it work abroad? And then before he invented the plot as it was? "
Alejandra smiled again, this time really enjoyed it.
" You have a new arena in your view of material reality. Of course we use the batch trans-terrestrial, one of this size, and that there is almost always international, seeking to disengage from your conception of existence: there is only the plane of atoms and molecules, but there is something more, something pure energy. Think of Einstein's E = mc ^ 2; matter is energy ... Anyway, where was I? Ah, when assigned to the angel. In addition to the custodian, at birth there is assigned a serial number, which was also our human for this cycle. "
started." A freshman? We assign a freshman? "
" Of course! It is not as bad as it seems ... is the only way to deal with the angels. For each block of serial numbers is associated with an angel supervisor, who shall convene a regular meeting to which all must participate, except in special situations such as serious illness of the caretaker, or other hazards, such as athletic competitions, driving on dangerous roads, et cetera. Apart from these exceptional cases, where it is at the discretion Angel of the individual to decide whether to participate in the meetings is mandatory for all others. "
Now I was really curious ... I was starting to see the angelic hosts as a flat corporate structure (typical of the eighties), with a shallow and a large number of people managed by a single manager.
Risi earnestly, and it was evident that I was laughing my old beliefs, not what he was saying Alejandra, then tried to get to the bottom.
"And what they speak of regular meetings ? And then ... continues as the Hierarchy? "
" Uhm ... what about you ... of this and that. In short, the angel supervisor sets of agendas which obviously vary, but generally speaking management methods of secure, if and when to intervene, if and when known, we are exposed to the new guidelines of the Magisterium of the conduct that must be avoided by our human and so on. But you end up fighting on time, sometimes it even comes to blows, because there are a mob led by the Angel Lucifer, who think the opposite way to the guidelines and in a manner very different from us, we tend to softer ' Teaching high, but serious angels. In short, they think they can do things themselves, but do not talk about it, please, otherwise I just get angry. "
He finished his beer and looked at the bottom of the glass. We both need to fill it. He moved his lips slightly, almost with a sigh, I heard a slight rustle, and suddenly, on the counter, is materialized other two pint glasses, filled to the brim, with a very fragrant and full-bodied beer.
"This blessed are those monks in an abbey, here in Belgium. Can we get some free cash when needed, with a few appearances and some small Favoretto to those great guys. Do not drink too fast, and enjoy it, that it's worth !
I lifted the cup and started the ritual of toasts with perfect sync.
"In Malta and malt!"
Beer Belgian monks had a really sensational taste, but it was very viscous, dense, and then went drinking a sip at a time to avoid being disgusted. Alejandra
put the glass on the counter after a few sips long enough and began to speak.
"However, I have not answered all your questions. Let us return to the hierarchy, right? Above all the chief angels are some important organs, first of all the High Magisterium laying down rules that must be complied with and made by a committee chaired by saints and blessed by Moses. Then there is the Behavioral Court considers that the way to make us all custodians, presided over by himself, it assesses the possible infringements of the rules of the Magisterium and impose the penalties in a very short time, it does not take more than eight years to finish a process ... "
" Eight years? And you seem to be few? "
" What are eight years in the face of eternity? "Smiled to compassionate, then added," I hope you can understand that we are no longer in your world, before the end of our conversation ... In any case, when sanctions are imposed must be respected, and this task is handled by the Supervisory Body: This is nothing but a huge instrument of vertical perforated pipes with a keyboard attached, formerly owned by Santa supervision. The official organ, currently San Vittore, has a very delicate task: to press the right combination of keys coded to 128 bits, indicating the serial number of the angel deserter and his years of imprisonment, will be released from the barrel of a sequence of sounds, closely followed by a whirlwind that will suck the condemned man in prison and entrusted his papers to the watchful care of the holy attendant. Before you ask me ... the area of \u200b\u200bimprisonment is a bar full of beer without air conditioning and any soft drink, alcohol or spirits you can imagine, a very kind waitress comes to take your order, brings you what you requested in a beautiful glass tumbler, with different shape and thickness depending on what you ordered, it rests on the table close enough to smell you and then asks you for an identity card. This is because the bar of Paradise are extremely exclusive there is a need to certify that you are an angel to be served. Of course, the angel ordered the documents were delivered to San Vittore, and then he can not show the piece of paper that would allow him to drink, forcing the maid to take away what you have so kindly taken previously, and it goes on like minutes , hours, days, years or even centuries, depending on the sentence that was imposed on you. "
" The situation is starting to become confused, let me explain better? That is, you're telling me that there are angels who fail in their duty? Indeed, there are so many angels unable to perform their duties that it was necessary to establish a court judge them and a Supervisory Body? "
I was really overwhelmed with astonishment ... the idea that I had just outdoor Alejandra worried me, because if they were not first able to observe the rules, not those of the Magisterium iron but those which required their shared thinking, how could they claim that we human beings we succeed?
grabbed his glass with his left hand, and as if she carried it to his mouth, he did collide with mine, and the two glasses tinkled and 'tic' bouncing in the air did not help to clear up my ideas. Maybe we could a bit 'of that wonderful beverage.
We had both a shot long enough, perhaps too long for that type of beer, after of my angelic friend began to speak.
"The fact is ... the fact is that ... well, you know the first thing we must do our guardian angels. We must keep watch day and night over you, there are no distractions allowed, because human beings, I sorry to say, are the most powerful and fragile beings who are on Earth. Some of you may destroy the world with only one finger if they wanted, and others can not help but destroy themselves. Especially you young, you have no idea it costs us to see angels die and having to meet, participate in his arms and carry on, so ... so ... cruel! As in a dramatic novel successful, we have just enough time to become attached to you and 'pam!' make some bullshit ... "
The sentences were disjointed, is cut off, had no logical sense, they were full of cries and sobs, in short, my guardian angel was having a nervous breakdown and started crying. Perhaps for the first time in my life I had to take care of her, I her, I would have to avoid sinking into a deep despair, and it frightened me first, but it stimulated the other.
"Come on, is not so terrible. .. Then when I'm alive, right? Or at least I think ... And do not bullshit: I drink a little if I drive, I take my time needed to recover the condition, I try to never go beyond the limits, I have a healthy diet and speak with my guardian angel. Better than that? "
handed her a tissue and she wiped the tear that had begun to rigarle face.
" Yeah, talk to your guardian angel ... "The air began to vibrate
an old song, an old Irish ballad, Alejandra and invited to dance. The world in which I was with my mood was altered by stress and mental well-defined, and in that moment I felt there was need music ... my morale had provided to choose the gender.
He hugged me tight with his hands in mine and carried at shoulder height, then began to sway slightly, and resumed our conversation, whispering, not ruin the moment.
"You who know me well ... you can give me some advice to find the right girl?" smiles of course the idea that my guardian angel could answer a question like that, but obviously not familiar with my guardian angel.

"Dynamics dominant, my dear. There is always a sequence of moves that leads to the best result, you just define what is the best result. The best result is to be with the prettiest girl or do the best result is to obtain the most beautiful girl who is able to make your equilibrium stable? If the second hypothesis is the one that interests you, then simply have it all wrong so far. "
"You're starting to become cryptic. "I said angrily.
" Follow me: are you two friends, three girls enter into a bar, one of which is wonderful, the others are nice but not especially beautiful. If we both try the beautiful girl, she will have a profound pleasure due to the courtship, and for that reason you will feel able to say no, so we try the other two, but since no one likes to be a replacement, not you will have no result. John Nash, Nobel Prize for economics, will tell you that you have to choose the sequence of moves right, the one that leads to lower loss, or if you want, at the best overall result. "
" I think I have grasped: if we try to directly the two girls are not particularly beautiful, very likely we will say yes, and both we and them, we have reached our goal, or find a partner for the evening. As for the beautiful girl will be the only one to leave unhappy. Right? "
" absolutely right. So you have to do is look for the girl who seeks you. But not as you intended Aniello, but as a counterweight to balance. "
I thought I understood, even vaguely, what she wanted to tell me. He probably had fully grasped the situation he understood what I needed-in fact it was the my guardian angel and I knew better than anyone else in the world, maybe even better than myself.
"But then you have been for twenty years on me? A look at me while I slept, while I screamed, and danced, while ... while doing everything? What would happen if you were away? "
I felt her body being traversed by a shudder and then, after a moment, stiffen, like a feeling of fear, pure terror.
" If I had moved away, I doubt that would now be dancing here, probably we would meet without wearing any size at a higher level, we groped our guardians to shield from these hazards, console you when the inevitable occurs and advise him to desist when you're going to be a result. I do not know how you would you have acted, but I know that many should be kept drifting without us, would not know how to defend themselves from the snares. It often happens, unfortunately. "
Just as the last words, as to exemplify what he was trying to communicate, within one other person in our 'pub', I decided it had to be another angel, because I thought hard for a human being her own free will succeed in rising to different energy levels.
The pointed chin and Alejandra explained to me that it was Robert, the guardian angel of a French girl, who tended to behave well, even in cases quite delicate. He took a glass plenty of vodka absolute. Then he took another and another. sway on his stool, then took the bottle and began cullarsela in her lap as would a nurse with a boy.
Alejandra had left my hands and had approached the counter of the pub.
"What happens to you, Robert?"
He looked uncertain, with the look of one who seems to have happened in a place for the event and blissfully unaware of what is happening, then could barely hold a burp that was lost in a puff of air from the mouth.
"It's Marie ... did not listen and bought with her friends one tablet of that stuff ... my mother, traveling candy were not even in the club at the corner."
"But he ingested?"
shook his head.
was in a dire state. Felt to be a failure, because its only purpose, to act as a conscience and guardian for a girl that night had fallen to pieces before his eyes.
"Alejandra, you know ... do not take it anymore. I decline."
My guardian angel was seized with a sudden thrill, and her face was dyed with dismay. I did not understand.
"What do you mean?"
"It means he does not want to be an angel, wants to become a mere mortal, exhaust its life cycle to lower energies and then go up once and for all at the highest energies and potentially can do it .... In fact for us angels the lives of these states denser human ends after several cycles, and after many, too much pain because of you. Then simply make application for retirement and, if it is accepted, we are at any moment in what you call heaven along with all the saints and all who have and those who preceded you. But there is a faster way to do it. E 'possible to ask very top institutions of us fall on the ground, sleeping, eating, making love, feel the heat and cold, feeling pain ... all things that we do not have, and in addition there is the undoubted advantage of not having to wait before going there. "
" Then why do not you do it? "
" Why can not angels be created from nothing, of course. There are laws to be observed, and decay are limited and we must have a motivation to overcome the serious and very restrictive test, for which many of us are preparing for years and years. Are eighty questions in total. Thirty-three general education, twenty-one of theology, philosophy and thirteen of thirteen life-death-and-miracles of the saints. Some manage to find a 'more serious motivation of the other' that is an understatement to say that they can recommend themselves or make strange tricks. Last year I did a supervisor at one of these competitions and I saw angels who had the right answers already marked on the paper, which was changed to other code associated with their name, and some of the notes which came with my colleagues. .. In short, if you have no help from above you must be prepared and motivated to be able to return in the first place on the list. "
While listening dreamily as Alejandra had to tell me, I suddenly felt hard and heavy as a boulder, and as such it sank into a deep swirling around me, I saw lives, worlds, universes that I quickly ran next I felt worse physically. I realized suddenly that I was coming back to me most was its size. But why?
I paused for a moment to reflect. If Robert was there to drink, it means that it was not to protect his guards, which, moreover, was in a very dangerous situation.
My trip made sense! Perhaps there is an unexplained mechanism behind everything that tries to protect himself, seeks to ensure that all things are as they should go even if there is any hiccup trying to deviarle.
Marie should not have died, or at least should not die that night even though he had betrayed his angel.
I went to the disco-bar on the corner and entered the main square, not without grumbling against myself. The air conditioning at
suddenly hit me like a blow to the head and staggered dangerously like a drunk, but I avoided falling, leaning against the wall and walked to the girls not very bright and not very dressed up were the sides of the aisle. I was returning a headache and in that small and stuffy with the sudden light blinded you that I was deaf die ... everything began to be made of jelly and I seemed to see the world through a fish tank. "We're just two lost souls swimmin 'in a fish bowl ..." I had the idea to provide for this Pink Floyd, at odds with the general atmosphere, but I gave it back for a moment the smile and the strength to stand up, then the individuai.

was not a particularly pretty girl, though her face was graceful and eye-catching red dress with blue ribbon on the waist might give particular. 'What a strange way of dressing the French people' was the last thing I thought.
I approached her and began to dance drifting like a madman, I put a hand on her hip and tried to say something without thinking, but the effect was apparently disastrous, and perhaps the burden I had been placed on my shoulders was too heavy for me and I would never be able to handle it, yes, it was true, I was not sure of Atlas, and so, again without thinking, I fell on him.
The mechanism tends to preserve itself. Not the best choice for you, but the best one for you and for all. Dominant dynamics. The burden was too heavy. It was not particularly pretty, but all in all, yes, it was a good girl.
I had dragged out, because, fortunately, I had lost all knowledge and therefore a bit 'I walked. Antibiotics, alcohol, and stuffy air conditioning was not the right ingredients to make a great cocktail.
"Extasy?" he asked.
I was going to say no, then suddenly I began to think and so I said "Yes, I took the ecstasy ... I think I went too well."
Marie had never seen anyone that went wrong was a pill of ecstasy, and so my illness was credible, then he confessed that he had thought it was stupid to buy that stuff, but one can not always go for the usual bigoted? So he yielded to her friends and had decided to take those pills ... in the end they were also funny: in one was engraved with a beautiful smiling face and the other a pig. But now, see a boy so badly and think it would be could be worse, terrified.
took a pill and a yellow rose from his pocket and threw it away and sat down beside me on the sidewalk. The two young officers looked at us without Pulizija of interest with the air of one who has seen dozens of times a scene like that and do not want to interfere, because he knows that it can not be constructive.
That journey, or rather that trip, I had had, had to have a very specific meaning. How
kept that song by Pink Floyd? "... Year after year, running over the Same Old ground.What Have We Found? The Same Old Fears!" What I found in that dream or whatever it was, if not the same old fears? This is not what characterizes the human race? Be able to find within ourselves the usual fears that bring us back to reality: the fear of the dark, but also the fear of fire illuminating the night, fear of dying, but the fucking fear of living. So, for decades, centuries, millennia, we went forward. We survived because our primordial instinct brought us to remind us of our fears and because, as the pigeons when they divide the crumbs of bread are not inclined to do the best for ourselves, but the best for ourselves and others.
And because our mechanism must somehow feed itself, to continue to live.
The girl did not particularly beautiful that I had even forgotten the name was watching me curiously, but I saw her far away, across the river in the middle of my thoughts and incoesi inconsistent, until he lit a cigarette, I saw with clarity as he made a throw and then threw it away in disgust. I do not know why, I do not know what had happened, I do not know if Robert had returned to the base or was still rocking her bottle of vodka, but what you smoke so much I crossed by a sudden chill. Then he sighed and said, "We are the guardian angels of ourselves, here's the truth ..."
Maybe, we are nothing but the guardian angels of ourselves, why not?
is missing the last part of my reasoning.

The life and death, the transition to higher energy states, fear, joy, pain, heat, madness, are all part of a huge mechanism, and there is no Great Watchmaker who designed it and fixes it when it falls apart. The mechanism is created by us and we who must keep it in order, whatever the cost, if you do not want to shut down. No matter what you believe in God or not does not matter whether you are convinced that there is a reality beyond our own or not. What matters is that you never cease to live your life as a human being, enjoying the moments of joy and pain of those cursing, doing as everyone, as always, because if there is another life will be lived in a time of come. Probably the angels do not exist, nor is there the lottery of a peaceful Sant Ambrogio, imagine if there is a Supervisory Body! Ma .. but "every time someone in the world says 'I do not believe in fairies' a fairy falls down dead." Here is what is the truth.

The whispered "thank you" and kissed her. He resisted for a moment, then opened her lips slightly soft to allow my kiss. A moment later he pulled me back and said "Thank you".
This time she was kissing me and the time lost its consistency.

- THE END - (as in an old movie for the FOX "would Guccini)

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Ike ... Blackout

Every so often a few steps and go, sometimes a few steps, stop, and go. Many people give a name of a woman, and there must be a reason. Ike was a man: 6'8'', 150 pounds of muscle, hit back with two hands. Situation.

No, not at all. Ike was male, and if it was already one exception, an exception is also what he did in Texas. What they say, a hurricane like this, they had not ever seen. Here, 400 km from the coast, there People with pine trees in the garden. So what? Eh, I'm lying. I guess and just imagine what he did in previous 4oo km. Fecendo a tour of the neighborhood, we realize that for two days if you have not had the light and you are bored to death, but there are people who likes to cut with the saw the uprooted tree that is found in the garden. And so he would be bored to death like you, walk and look at him with idiot face while you're thinking: "Urcaaa. Do you realize that being a tourist in turn seems to have never seen a person who cuts a pile of branches with a chainsaw, but you also realize that it is perhaps not the right day to watch it with that face. Quell'attrezzo special interests in his hand. So you twist and turn Go. Better that way.

And Ike, in his own way, goes like this: he turns and walks away.

Sunday evening (the day after the storm): Cleveland @ Pittsburgh NFL game. What does? Factor. Everything seems normal: people in the stands went crazy, the players if the damage of holy right ... ... This is the shirt of the arbitrators. That which is not tight like the notes divided by football, inflates type of spinnaker Luna Rossa. Poor Dick Bavetta eighty football besides being soaked, hard to be there, and it shows. So much so that ESPN, impietositasi, please send an overlay with a figure: 25. MPH the conversion you have it, Ike came to Cleveland, Ohio, which is not there. Perhaps those who say such a thing in Texas had not ever seen has a point.

Oh, and in addition to screw up everything in its path, Ike also upsets a weekend in San Antonio, one of his first stops on the trip to Cleveland. 3 days in the city dell'Alamo letteralente thrown to the wind especially when you see Andy, friend of the family German exchange student in Texas 10 years ago, a drop of rain there that would gladly welcome. And instead? Temperature never below 30 degrees.

They say that in the future can deflect hurricanes, why do not happen again an episode like that of Katrina. Meanwhile, the hurricane is diverted by themselves, and 50 inches of rain expected in San Antonio if he takes the law of East Texas, including Longview. Episode to be attached strictly to laugh.

Jacopo.

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We (are) currently down due to a blackout. Nobody here seems to know if and how the light will return. "It Would take days, maybe weeks to restore the power": the words of the journalist of the news department of Longview.

look confident.

Jacopo.

PS: Meanwhile, today in some parts of the world are returning to school. Here today is a day instead of "holiday". Ike also has its positive sides.

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Mister Muscle and work ethic

We know that people (or at least almost all) go to work for a living. There is the doctor who does, someone is a lawyer, who does the worker and who is the miner. All more or less, earn, all more or less work. Here, just about what should make a distinction: the lawyer and the doctor "make a profession", the other two unfortunates, "Work". And here, where (so they say) have a liege and a meritocracy, the most deserving people had the ingenious thought in the best way to interpret this distinction.

say at this point to be attached to the doctor and lawyer there are also teachers, but, in spite of "profess" their knowledge, they try to do their honest work. " In short, American public schools? Ok, whatever you want, but I've seen worse. He is an exception: 5th period. That after several outings throughout the length and breadth of the field, leads us to the gym. There lies a person, or a personal trainer, with a gray T-shirt that says Lobo (the animal symbol school)-Football. To give an idea of \u200b\u200bwho the individual who fills this t-shirt, I say only that his biceps, at a guess, are bigger than his thighs. For more constantly keeps his arms folded, that certainly does not help to say the opposite. Let's say two or three "jobs" as a time waster if he has made them. And certainly his successors can not be outdone. So you get to the gym and trained couples, we are moving towards an hour and a quarter of "hard work". The two coaches on arrival, assist derogatory to the massacre of fatigue. And this "work" as any other, you do because you need them, and the reason need not count. Otherwise you'd have to eat the sandwich with all the care that is prepared every morning before school. But come to dinner late because Mister Muscle is never satisfied, that sandwich that you find it difficult to raise. But on the other hand, the ethic of "work" is to learn from an early age and then here, already from high school, there is someone who tells you that maybe you should go to college and learn to "make a profession "rather than continue to" work ". Yes, because no one here if you had not said, not "go" in the gym, it "works" in the gym, and interpret the difference is not that difficult.

PS: At the end of the session, however, lacks a thing. In fact we go mysteriously to the locker room. We see that Mr. Muscle does not need to thank the Lord ...

Jacopo.

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August 24, 2007 (or thereabouts),

returned from a trip to France for a week on the ocean, a landscape of dunes, waves and surfers. That same day I crossed half of France, by the screws of Cognac, the aqueducts of Provence, ending with the yacht in Monaco. And then? At home. Fine.

Indeed not. 7 hours, training. You will return to everyday life. Now, yes, fine.

But no. Within the locker room (sure he pocketed the right one), and like every year who we usually find in the corner? Eu. Of greetings and stuff I go to my corner (which is at the end adjacent to that of a partner). There is another bag, with a strange writing on it. Never seen this bag in Pescia area. So the move and I regained my beloved corner. But it's time to start: it goes on the field, and a homunculus directs our preparation athletics, a homunculus (a strange spaceship yellow Ford) to our great joy that will not leave us until the end of the year. But I know there are new, so I approach the corner and ask mate, as the public relations company he keeps. He said: "There's two or three n (u) sheep, one you know ..."," Ok, and others? "," Next question? ". He was right. From that moment on, my, his, our world would not have been the same. We went through everything, and really all I say. Workouts (strictly Matteoliani), games (as Matteoliane), days, evenings (mostly), drinking (not speak), the ****** ture, and c ***** (Most of the drinks) ... and then?

I go on. Where? In America. Because life is easy if we do not like. But more than anything else if I am here to write is the case because he wanted to sport that c'aveva meeting, this Saturday (the adjective you fit it) had no matches scheduled. Else? Another story.

Anyway, thanks for everything Mecchin. And thanks to you Eu. The photo is for you, because sooner or later you will see the city!

Oh, and thanks to everyone else.

PS: the bag, which I shall not name written in vain, took possession of my corner, but only on my courtesy to a (welcome) guest.

Jacopo.

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Ordinary Days ... prayer!

Life is like business. Can be better, but they can also go much, much worse. As always says the proprietor of a restaurant that I know well the question: "How's your business?" "Can not complain." We can not complain. There are certain laws of the market, even if we put it on that level, certainly there is nothing. The market, however, provides an important example: what is now the gold, tomorrow it could be brass. To build a fortune takes a life, sometimes it takes a while back. What is curious however, is how this is reflected as a mirror of water, life. Today you have what you need and then some more. Tomorrow, who knows. So yes it is good to build his own fortune, being certain that sooner or later will be lost, and be so happy to have to be committed to ricostrurla. So some are placed in front of life. So I ask myself there myself. And when the American school in the question of the day of the class of English is: "Believe in God?", You have every right to say "No.". But then comes the 5th year (or fifth time, call it what you want). And there is another story, but its quite another. It falls in the Coliseum, as they say here, you go to the palace, as they say there. Enter in the locker room, "Sorry, I must have the wrong door, the dressing of basketball?". But no, you're in the right place, you meet a dozen blacks, but with attached 2 White, misterosiamente, silent. The coach, their color well after a few pleasantries presentation, begin their training. And find there in the middle, where YOU are different, and they are the ones who play san (or assumed), it is beautiful, or at least, is not exciting. But when you play there are no colors, minority or majority, if someone sgarra, black, white, yellow, red, you run. And it runs seriously. So ends the workout on Thursday that it becomes a perpetual motion horizontally along the 14 meters of the short side of the field. Ah, sometimes it just stops with the coach and the air is ******* in the sermon, but I am not given to understand, if not for purely vulgar expressions by now well known. But they are well deduce the gist. After all training? Prayer. Yes, why? You do not want to thank the Lord's Prayer, that even today we went out live from the Coliseum?

The answer to the question in the hour of English? I apologize publicly, someone up there watching us and rang the bell, there must be.

Jacopo.

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Americaaaa I'm in! A week later

about 14:30. Peter's bar, Italian restaurant in Texas land. I do not know how many others there are world trousers that are of such quality. Not in Longview eh, in the world. Enter a black girl in the bar, order something, go to the bathroom, eat. I am there, two tables away, that I talk to Larry, a typical American man, a bit 'marine style, the season that will make the Cowboys (a team of professional football in Dallas). It 's a bit like talking about the next season, AC Milan, Ronaldinho, Kaka, Pato. "Oh no oh, so many will take those goals with those retirees who finds himself in defense of ... eh." The level of debate is more or less. Not that Larry is at that level, rather it is the most honorable person I've met so far: Harely Davidson and go there! It is 30 miles three times a week to go to eat these pants. The speech continues, cover other topics but nothing more important than the Cowboys (for heaven's sake, here are a faith, not that I care what). Meanwhile, the mayhem going on outside the bar. Yes, because the sky suddenly darkens in 5 minutes, but it is beginning to rain. No, it begins to rain, because as I have now learned "everything in Texas is out of proportion, so if rain is coming down the Apocalypse (cited)."

But not all. No? No, because where are we? Ah, yes.

tried in vain not to look outside because the scenario is disturbing, some say that sometimes go even small storms, but nothing of that, this area is not large ones. I see a police car, a cop who talks to someone. I move my head to see through the window. The policeman's partner, or rather the interlocutors, are two black people, mother and daughter. They have a blue van. "Open the van, please." The open. Oops, will lay clothes (I think) stolen (of course). No stories, in handcuffs and straight driving. "I did not done nothing "continue to repeat." Ok, now, please, KINDLY enter the car. Thank you! "We come in, perhaps willingly, because while continues to come down the flood. Inanto came another policeman, and ironically, the bar is the Sheriff of the county. That, however, was eating with his wife, then do not even want to hear. Quits and with a nod to colleagues leaving. Inanto the second policeman entered the bar with the typical notebook in hand to collect the evidence, but will remain white. "I'm looking for a black girl, Young should be in here. "Bingo. Receptacle-handed (but I say no, at least go to a bar a bit 'far!). I face. There Remember the black girl who had entered the bar during the debate on the Cowboys? Here, vanished, dissolved air. All because they say: "Well it was here until a second ago." I do not do it because I do not know exactly how to say, but that's another story. "Okay, you're back here, the investigations are not over." Why, moreover, that you've made the escape from under the nose, I have to wait? No. In fact I go home, happy and a bit 'disturbed by the fact that he attended the first stop live my life. In this other America. The next time I see Chuck Norris!

Oh, wait. Jose deserves special mention if the Flusciano. Eh? Puerto Rican descent, lived in New York until 14 years old when his grandfather dies. So his father says, "You know what? I'm going to live in Jacksonville, Texas." Without the bags mounting on the bus and go to Jacksonville without batting an eyelid. No, also because it is now Jose is not going so bad: 9 children, 9, host a student from Germany, and a mountain, or rather an Everest of money, come directly from the insurance little thing that was put up after the transfer . He now has a building that emulates those in New York. On the other hand, his hometown, as he says, is that. In America, Jose and (much) more.

Jacopo .

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August 20, Longview.

It 's been a week of departure. A week and seems to have been a month, maybe a year. The emotions of seven days ago will probably not happen again, indeed certainly will not be repeated. No, those are things you try once in a lifetime, the second could be fatal. But then when they pass away seem a century. It seems a century has passed since I said goodbye to friends in Rome, seems to have been a century since mom and dad were in Italy. Not that there are more, but now (mom and dad) are also here, in Longview, and the thing I find quite bizarre. In fact, in a week can change more things than one might think: country, family, friends, acquaintances, habits, and here I stop just because I can think of the hundreds possible. In a week you may feel distant from everyone and everything he had and not miss them, because you know that if you need them there always will be. Ah, then one week (or even a day) you can go to Shreveport, Louisiana. Shreveport, Louisiana, and above all, deserve a separate chapter. Interstate 20, which ends in Texas from South Carolina, half of America's way short. Just the stretch from Dallas, TX went to Shreveport, LA to understand a thing. 2 ½ hours of nothing until you get to the border with Louisiana. Here, from there to another world. The landscape (stereotyped as you want) is to pre-Hurricane Katrina images (those are special case). Old houses, not to mention old and decadent, miles and miles of nothing. A nothing that has nothing to do with anything in Texas. In Texas there is the well-being and it shows. Crossing the border, and the desolation is also good and it shows. From what little I've seen in Louisiana, or you're rich or you're poor, without too many half-measures (with the exceptions). In Shreveport, there are 3 casinos. A play come from all over America, but the natives who go to the casino are few, but very few. Still, we in Africa do not die of hunger, but not all of America is a dream, I am sure that some would rather go somewhere else.

But I stay here, because Texas is beautiful and I love all the people you meet on the street are (super) accommodating. And as those who know me well know by now the decision I took, no going back, and this week it seems also to have made a good decision. We hope for the best.

Jacopo.

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Welcome to Texas!

Where are we? Ah yes, Longview, Texas! Home at last, the new home of course. Here in Texas almost all the houses have one level, are low, very low indeed. On the other hand the roads, airports, hotels, anything you can imagine here is enormous. There are no half measures, to tell the truth even smaller. From Starbucks coffee you serve it in a glass more than half a liter, a Italian heresy ... I'll make a habit, eh, that's the case that we face.

In the midst of all this lasted a flight (between airports and stuff) 16 hours, the longest day of my life (30 hours, due to time), and a million goodbyes, including relatives and friends, old and new. What is strange is that you realize you being where you are, do what you're doing, all too quickly, everything too weird.

How to wake up and be in a double bed, get up and see the houses (strictly to a plane) each surrounded by its own garden, so green that you would not think of being in Texas.

Yet? Welcome to Texas! But now let's see what happens. One can only hope for the best, on the other side of the spacecraft launched to Mars since going ... do not see us as something good?

Ah, remember the maxim of his grandfather, forget it, or ask the meaning elsewhere, is better.

Jacopo

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Untie the heights it salpaaaa!

Monaco, August 11,

Here we are. On August 12 is coming (missing half an hour more). This means that in a few hours delivery. Destination? Longview, TX ...

How is it that you call your pardon?? In this case, the destination name is not very important indeed, it is not at all. What matters is that in those between 25 kg suitcase and hand luggage (God gives them 25 kg and not an ounce more!), There are not only clothes, shoes and stuff. No, there's more in there, there's something that if you could not weigh me even embark on a cargo plane. For luck in there is the desire to travel, to go and see what lies beyond the fence of your house, Who is beyond the hedge, the fear (a lot), the airport does not weighed. The weigh your stomach instead, and sometimes tells you that it would support the weight not even mentioned the cargo. Then you let go. And you know that having the weight there is not really the case. Throw it, this place could use a day.

Apart from everything, the feeling is strange, weird maybe. Certainly is not what you expect, but there is more time, now part of feeling or not. And we start for real, without hesitation, without regret, greeting everyone, but everyone.

Untie the ropes, now we set sail, to infinity and beyond. A very big goodbye to everyone.

Oh and for those who wish it, even an ASD.

PS: I leave you with the gem of his grandfather: "Be careful, because fidassi is good, it's better ATU (cited)." The paraphrase of the next episode. PPS: Thanks Mark, you're my inspiration, a muse in other words.