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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.