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Notice to Mariners: This "article" is purely personal and will affect (perhaps) one, two.

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.