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Duemilanove and budgets of an expatriate home for the holidays. Albania

Time passes, consuming the last two thousand hours of this. I do not know why but when it ends year budgets are growing. You try to remember, to think about what has happened over the past twelve months and often we get to conclude and decide if the year has gone well or badly. We will always try to place some hope in 'years to come, many hope that every year is a year of change, like a figure on the calendar to influence our life.

Of course it is normal and human to do budgets and hope for the future. I also think that the year is ending and I think the past months, in difficult times and to satisfaction. Yes, because for me 2009 was a year of satisfaction. First of all the degree is just a small milestone, but it is already an achievement. I can say I made it, despite everything and despite all. Perhaps it is the most difficult times that of the best. This year was the year I left home, some perhaps not definitive, but going abroad is a big commitment, and even that is a little satisfaction. In fact I can say I spent a year of change. It is not always all roses and flowers, the distance from family and friends, disappointments, difficulties, are all problems that anyone has to face and are part of life. We can not expect everything to be easy but neither one can hide behind the difficulty.

For this I wish you all a 2010 full of life, satisfaction, beautiful experience, but not to be trivial even with some difficulty, because those who play it must inevitably fall and then rise again stronger than before.

GREETINGS

"We know it is not even born, who enjoy the adventure, watching the world behind the keyhole

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SORRISO

Here I am, my last stop, the last city '. I left for Varanasi last for various reasons, for the energy that has, by its intensity 'spiritual and human, for

to its size and because' there are all of India.

We arrived at 5 am, I spent a sleepless night to hear the screams and the cries of children, my neighbor's place that Russian and sellers of CAJ that run every 5 minutes.

A train trip that made me think hard about what I'm living here and what surrounds me. I am full of energy and excitement every day, little sleep and I viv

or intensely every single moment, the days are court 'cause I do

thousand things, talking, listening, observing, learning, photography, live.

are in a city 'huge and well known now, the first step off the train. Are the 5 and the train station and 'full of life and movement. We just stopped a rickshaw driver 'and despite that we had to take us to the guest house he insists Shianti to take us to his guest house, and telling us that our' full of mice, and 'dirty and the staff and' rude. After half an hour of discussion we spend another 10 minutes to negotiate the price for transport, I get nervous ee lose patience and start to respond to all evil. Can we get

in our place that has all the rooms full, but in the morning is free room and then decide to leave our bags and go to enjoy the sunrise on the Ganga. I am very excited and I can feel 'strange energy in the air, our guest house is located in the Ghat Manikarnika, and' more than 'where they burn the dead. We pass close to the sellers of wood, Ajli tells me that according to the wealth of the family buys more wood 'fine or not and the same applies to the amount'. The most 'rich example of the wood is burned with sandalwood.

overwhelms me something I can not tell me and remains inside for hours, we head towards the ghat less touristy, the ones where you can find the real India. I move away from Ajli and do not speak for a couple of hours, my teacher can tell from my eyes as I do and I do not want anything, let me enjoy my first encounter with this city, 'my first sunrise.

I can take some pictures, I'm surrounded by beautiful colors and there is 'a wonderful light

back to our hotel and we do not move all day, we remain on the balcony to talk to many tourists,' a popular spot and know interesting people. I ognitanto I get to watch what Succeed on the rooftops of this city 's wonderful. Here comes the sun and the sky fills with Recipes, starting fights, screaming children and keep our eyes fixed on his kite, others run through the streets to recover Recipes of the defeated.

I go to bed with a smile without feeling very tired despite fos

you awake for 24 hours.

Varanasi I want to photograph your colors and fill with your energy.

VARANASI part 2

I am very curious to see all of this city 'and I wake up early, I Guda

Ajli the maze, he feels at home, has been here 1 month and Many people greeted him. We stopped for lunch, do

n a very nice with a good breakfast. Toast with cheese omelette with onions, huge bowl with muesli, yoghurt, honey and fresh fruit, apple pie and CAJ. Wow, the best breakfast so far. Cowl to all'utlimo ghat and return with the sun behind him. Every five steps someone offers us a boat ride or a massage, someone asks for food and Babies biscuits or 10 rupees. We stopped to smoke a cigarette on the Germa scallini and meet the photographer colombian, and that 'super happy to see us and embraces us. Reluctant to talk with him and the children around us, of course I start playing with them and I invented the carousel human. The children agrappano to rotate my forearm and I myself, at some point I find 3 for arm, I enjoy a lot, my two friends still laugh and eventually thank me for what I have seen. In the coming days I will bring my red nose.

Germany, we follow up to the guest house and asked me to see some of my photos, look and talk about every single shot. I am the beautiful comments that make me feel good and then ask me any tips or trick, let me speak Ajli and finally tells me I am a good student.

I am very happy for my pictures, I'm not photographing landscapes or monuments, I am photographing life, people, eyes and hands of these people fascinating.

Why not?!
Mr.D

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arrive in the city 'of the Indian desert, the most' famous all over India, a very touristy but ideal for desert safaris. We do not receive a nice welcome, we just got off the bus and assaulted by kids who have stifled all rooms, safaris, drugs, massage, tour guides. Luckily I had booked a room by phone in one place and that there 'was recommended by other travelers, and then there was a little boy with a paper where there' wrote my name next to a jeep waiting for us. Between pushing and people who want to take me I can break free and make way for Ajli and we do bring in our very small but clean hotel von a beautiful terrace where you can 'see all the beautiful strong red. We unload the backpacks and we take a cold shower, dinner at a restaurant acco

gliente and then I sleep just as there are lots of dogs barking and my ear plugs do not work too.

... breakfast with a super mango lassi cake with honey, walnuts and almonds, onion omelette, toast with butter and jam, and finally a good masala CAJ.

Well now I'm ready for this town, now I wait a long struggle to negotiate the price of the safari in the desert.

Walking around the city 'we meet again the Italian and stop them drinking a CAJ, Ajli shows you how to work with wool and a crochet hook and tells him that' something very like it, especially 'cause he can not sit still with his hands and it 'a good way to do cosec h and then the

leaves the people who pass in his life, I did an iPod port, a housing for my camera lens and now is doing something else, but I do not want to say something. Pass oil

afternoon to bargain and drinking endless CAJ, are hyper-active but happy for the price, the deal with a nice guy, 20 € for one night and two days with food and water included.

do dinner to celebrate with a good chicken masala with two Israelis who listen to our adventures and were fascinated by nopstra passion for photography.

Back in the pack room and prepare for the desert and then last cigar and watching the shots of the day listening to Einaudi.

... is to take a jeep and take us to 30 km from the city 'in a village where there aspettanoaltri guys with camels and guides. There are 4 Canadian, a Dutchman and two Israelis. We are a big group, laughing and joking now and start our safari. Fortunately, there's no 'a lot of sun and two hours on a camel can be felt but no longer' that much, I have tired legs and ass split. All you 'can not spoil the wonder of the desert, eat on the blankets with our guides that we prepare chapatti (Indian tortillas) cooked vegetables and spices. Wash dishes in aluminum with sand and start over our safari.

We stop in the middle of the beautiful dunes, white sand and thin sleep here. We leave our things and started to run, jump and roll around in the sand.

and I Ajli after short 'we move away from everyone to enjoy the sunset and come up with our girls. Chiededi I put on the clown's nose, I want to photograph, I start posing and we enjoy the sunset, but 'did not last long, the sky fills with clouds, and we return to our base where we wait for dinner.

ignite the bonfire 'and we sit around on blankets, the atmosphere and' magic, the young Canadian 'musician and pulls out his guitar, he plays his songs, the Israelis pulled out the whiskey and some cookies, becomes very hot evening and the sky gives us his glory. But not for long ', 'cause sudden arrival of' the wind that brings us to the miraculous clouds, clouds full of water, it starts raining and no one can believe it, 'a miracle, and' for three years which is not seen rain here, there we cry and laugh, everything becomes surreal.

boss guides us together and tells us that we must move because 'time is likely to worsen. A kilometers qulache there, a village where we can find a place for indoor shelter. We take our things full of sand, give us blankets to cover us, luckily I have my raincoat lying and I do not feel very cold.

's beautiful walking in the desert at night, and' a strange sensation, after three quarters of an hour we see the lights and enter into a home. It 's a school, we open our sleeping bags in a classroom and pull out the candles and the night continues in the best possible way, all happy and positive energy around us only.

We woke up at 7 to watch the sunrise, I'm all locked, I slept on the floor ee I find it hard to coordinate my body to the first steps dlla day, I feel like Robocop. The breakfast of boiled eggs, toast with butter and jam to help me recover and begin to see children come from the village. I start to joke with them and when I see other children begin to arrive pull out my red nose and start playing with my plline. It creates a nice feeling and I do take the hand of one of them that I want submit to the villagers.

I enter every house and shake hands with everyone behind me is' a train of happy children who follow me and I began gathering in the square and also show.arrivano my mates around the safari and I see only natural smile and beautiful eyes, I do not want to stop, continue to play with them all day.

Ajli obviously has her baby in my hand and takes pictures, he likes a lot photos to and chef tells me that if it becomes known as PHOTOGRAFFITI absolutely want to bring the clown of the reportage around the world with the vespa orange.

I say, why not?! And I'm in the clouds all day, I am full of energy, I feel happy, I feel like wow.

Return to the city 'and remove the pounds of sand from our pack and our body, I take my plastic bottle with the sand of the desert and put it in my zaiono.

sip art for Delhi tomorrow, we expect 16 hours of travel in sleeper class, so much time to think and smile.

Before going to sleep Ajli we look at the picture I did today, I get excited, then look at the selection of my favorite pictures of this trip and I start to cry. This index

surprises me more and more 'I did not expect all this magic ...

Why not?!

Mr.D

Ovid Illustrated: The Reception Of Ovid's

a thousand contradictions, reflections of an expatriate.

I have always enjoyed seeing new places, watch people in their behavior and try to put myself in the culture of the place. I must say that Albania is really difficult to understand people, their behaviors, their attitudes. Especially if you presume to know how things are, it is them that maybe you're not really managed to get in contact with people. I am not speaking of people and kids who attend, individually they are all normal people, what I still can not understand is the Albanian people as a whole. Tirana, for example, shows its different faces. For a simple tourist will look like a city European full-scale, the center is well maintained, the rooms are always full of people, clothing to the fashion, luxury cars, all to flaunt opulence that is really only apparent. For example, turning the streets, just leave the main roads always come across often in busy streets to create space between the buildings, narrow and often full of potholes. The same is true for people in the center are children who go to dance, drink, listen to live music, then as you push in the suburbs are an entirely different situation.

As I said, I like knowing and being in touch with people I often find myself in the company of Father Bertrand, a French Jesuit priest with whom I collaborate in my work in Albania for 15 years. It 's a particular character but whom I respect very much for your generosity hidden in the attitude of surly dictator. Despite being here long he admits he does not completely understand the people here, but certainly knows more than me. And it is with him that I meet interesting people. When we want to chat quietly brings me a beer from Velo. Veil is the owner of a shop near his home, selling a bit 'of everything and has a sort of garden that serves as a garage and space for tables. It does not have many customers who sit there, but us and a group of Roma who live nearby and go there to drink the money for charity. Yesterday while I was there with him to talk enter an elderly woman, she Roma, perhaps no more than 60 years but her face marked by wrinkles of the disease. I had already seen before. He sits as usual, walking with difficulty, and cold, and as always take the veil a stove to warm the feet. After a little 'come up with a hot soup and serve it to him with a glass of raki, the Albanian spirit.

The woman is alone and has no one to take care of her. The Roma here in Albania are marginalized even more than in Italy, and I am a bit surprised 'that the Velo offers to eat. "It 's a stingy bastard, but he has a big heart," he says Bertrand. In fact he is in the eyes while the other brings a glass of raki to heat it up a bit '. We continue our conversation when at one point the woman gets up to leave. "From a cigarette, even give him two," he suggests Bertrand. I get up and hands it to her, the lady thanked me visibly tired with his weak voice and I see a tear slide between Ruge. A simple gesture of love for her is because of sincere emotion. You read it in his eyes that I do not forget. I say thanks, again, sends us a kiss with his hand. I waited for him to shake hands but it is a gesture that probably has not seen for a long time to do. His hands are dirty and probably not in the habit in these parts too familiar to the Roma.

I sit back and continue to drink my beer. But not without rethinking the lady.

That 's what I like, see people, real people, although sometimes it can be unpleasant or sad. Even a simple meeting, observe behavior, look at a person at the bar can make you understand as much. It is not just mere philanthropy is a need to grow, to know oneself through others, have new experiences, and that is why I'm happy here.

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Ohrid two years later, random thoughts!

A diary should be kept up to date is true, but it is also true that in writing too often threatens to lapse into banality, we strive at all costs to find something to write. Are not always enlightened by philosophical reflections ee deep thoughts, or at least not always I am here to share. And then I also believe that the reflections are interesting if they are accompanied by episodes of adventures and stories. That's why in recent weeks, I am worried that more than live to write. That it seems almost believable, but wanting to be more concrete enough to say that I had to write voglia.Ed here is that since last month are changed a bit 'of things, the work has definitely increased and with it the things to think about, often there is no weekend taking, work period.

Then suddenly doing a chat at dinner the other night we decided to leave two days.

We're going to Ohrid. When we leave? The day after tomorrow! Sold!

Ohrid for the uninitiated is a charming city of Macedonia near the border with Albania, its lake is one of the oldest in the world and marks the border between the two countries. The old town was declared a world heritage site since 1980, and is a favorite destination of tourists visiting the Balkans.

After these two phrases come to guide us. Departure at 12 am, the journey is not very short, about 3 ½ hours, sometimes stopping to photograph landscapes, a break for lunch and crossing the border, we arrived in Ohrid. Being a famous tourist destination, the locals have adapted and arranged to welcome tourists and especially in low season is very difficult find a place to sleep. After a bit 'of trading we are able to rent an apartment not far from downtown for 35 € in four.

A nice walk in the historic center, and that comes to mind here is the first time that I was in Ohrid, a coincidence exactly two years have passed. They were the last days of November when I left for a week in a remote place of an unknown country to discover the unexpected charm and stunning beauty. I do not have special memories associated with those days, if not a week spent in good company for sure. Ohrid, however, has remained in my heart because it has contributed in no small way to make bloom my passion for the Balkans, passion I already had for the people and culture, to discover that these lands contain such beautiful places had made me excited. And for those still walking the streets if only for two days, I was very relaxed. I was reassured and was a good way to pull off.

Many do not even know where Macedonia is, what is its capital, as well as Albania. People just know that I'm going to Sarajevo in the summer and are now in Albania to begin to get confused. For me, that I am here and the people who live here is unthinkable confusion of gender, the two countries so similar in some respects of course, but for the most part very different. A culture so fascinating and so unknown us Italians, even if only a few miles from us. We prefer to try exotic destinations rather than discovering the wonders we have in the "backyard". Certainly not the fault of individuals but of misinformation that involves everyone, when someone asks me of the war, if it is dangerous to be here, if you shoot again, I try not to answer back, there is no war, there ' is danger, Tirana is quiet and safe at night, or at least more secure than the dark streets around La Rambla in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwhere, however, every Italian was at least once to see the wonders of Gaudi.

Sometimes I like to pull out the things I go through your head, a little ' without a filter and a little 'telling what I do. After two days as a tourist I prepare two weeks of fire that will arise soon.

"The stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone" Mk 12, 10

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a working day like many others, spent the morning in the office, then home for lunch Jesuits where I go every now and then, after lunch I stopped working in the office of Father Bertrand, with whom I'm collaborating on this project from good scout that he calls a "wonderful adventure". While I was engrossed in work enters the office a young Jesuit Father Zef Albanian, very nice and polite. He says: "I'm going home, will you come? "" And where do I sleep? "," For me, "he says: Do not think twice and say yes, if there's one thing I love is seeing new places and the best thing to know a place is to go with someone who was born and raised there. Parto so, with what I'm wearing, it is being away twenty-four hours I can wash my return to good, from good scout I do find ready. We leave that almost sunset, the road is not great but often interrupted because of work, while traveling north understand that we are not going right in Scutari, but that Zef is originally from a place nearby, I've seen some 'not so Scutari I'm sorry about the idea of a completely new place. We arrived after dark at Vaudejes, so says the sign but I have heard and seen in writing at least three different ways. However Vaudejes Lac is a village that has expanded in recent years to become one municipality. As soon as we get home I sit with Zef and his parents to chat a bit '. Do not you understand that much, but with the translations of Zef I can guess what it speaks. We got up to prepare something to eat, even I do to do, I do not like sitting around doing nothing. Unfortunately, a sudden bereavement of a relative a bit upset 'plans for the evening. They go to visit relatives, while I take this opportunity to make a little 'alone through the center of the village. There a strange atmosphere at nine o'clock already there is nobody on the street, are open only two or three bars and an internet point. It 's weird how in a village desert at night and opened an Internet point. I returned from visiting relatives to pick up and go to sleep. The next morning we leave early to make any commission, the village has magically populated opening of shops, restaurants, fruit stands, fishmongers, guys who go to school, people doing the shopping. The thing that strikes me and makes me smile are the animals that run alone and undisturbed in the streets of the village, cows, pigs, chickens and anything else with normal pedestrian walking on the sidewalk, stopping from time to time to eat a little 'grass or garbage. Finite commissions Father Zef takes me to see the artificial lake, which is very good despite the high voltage pylons and the hydroelectric plant that clash a bit 'with a landscape for the most part untouched. He tells me that her family lived in a house that was flooded when the dam was built, and how they had to move and build a new home. As he goes to the funeral I make a walk to the dam. There was an old woman who came from far away pieces of wood he had gathered, a tunneling machine goes on the road and started to play the old woman, how to tell her to move while I think 'I look stupid ", but as soon as the lady turns around, he nods place the wood inside the arm of the digger and invited her to climb into the van of his colleague who is behind him, a very funny scene, as much as I attended the scene shortly after, a cow was grazing, obviously in the middle of the garbage, approaches a dog and begin to sniff each other, after a while, 'the cow starts licking the dog, doing a thorough cleaning of the hair, ten minutes to complete a toilet! After some 'joined the party two pigs that they also begin to rummage in the trash, then the dog in gratitude hunting the two pigs biting its tail to leave the field open to the cow. Of course I have kept entertained the whole scene! Before lunch father Zef leads me to see the house where he grew up and now the parents have abandoned because of too much care it requires, is very nice, little cozy, but with a beautiful garden. A large vineyard and fruit trees everywhere. We collect a bit of khaki for lunch. After a quick meal, I prepare a turkish coffee I salute the parents of Zef, just back from lunch with the family and head. Two hours and we are in Tirana! I'm going home destroyed but happy with the beautiful places I've seen and have added another piece to the knowledge of Albanian reality and that he was ready to seize this opportunity.

"Carpe diem"

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bet that ...

Here I am Here, as usual, late at night to write my own delusions (you spell that? boh)!

Tonight was the day of the championship, I was with some friends and we decided to go to bet on matches, I did every now and then in Italy, is a game that I enjoy, you choose the games and decide who wins, with a few Euros you can win a bit ', certainly not an exorbitant amount but is always nice, everything is in danger, are the most difficult part is you can win. Of course as usual I did not miss an apt, but that does not matter.

The trip back home I do now always alone in the car, I'm ten kilometers and then not much, but enough to bloom in my insane reflections. So insane to me then and those who are reading here.

Obviously the subject of my discussion tonight are the bets and how life is a gamble! In fact, it is true that in life, the more risk you run and the more you win, the more you put into play and

more can you hope to get satisfaction! But my mind is not happy with this answer is going to think about how the choices made before betting conditional on the outcome of the game. You have to think, choose, what is the strongest team, variables, analyze all possibilities, and then finally decide, and the choice is, you can not go back, now is the chance to decide for yourself, of course is as important as you were good at playing but stamped the ticket as they say "les jeux sont faits! And so it is in real life? Once you backed the wrong horse is over! And if the choices I made are almost always wrong?

And if this is not my way? I'm not reconsidering anything, indeed every day that passes I am more happy to be here, but if assurod this was not the right choice, this was not the winning horse? And here's the lighting! Life is not a gamble, it is true that "the more you risk, the more you win,"

is also true that the choices made affect the "victory" but the victory is not in the hands of fate, are you at having to play, it's you have to win, the game does not play someone else, are you to build the triumph, day by day, bit by bit, with the hardships and disappointments. Perhaps that is why I have the serenity of my choices is not easy to drop everything and move to a country as close as it is unknown to most, since many do not even know where Albania, "you are near them to Romania in Yugoslavia. What? Yugoslavia no longer exists? Oh yes you are right there is war there! Are you crazy, they'll shoot you! How?, Albania has nothing to do with Bosnia? Sorry, but the war there or not? " But I know well where Albania, I know the variables, I can bet all the elements, but not enough, is the belief of choice! Perhaps that is why many are afraid to make the choices even more simple, they do not know

variables, not just to have the conviction to pursue their own choices, school, university, work, the person who loves it! I do not know if this is the winning horse, but I know that despite the difficulties I will try to carry it to victory!

"When you're in the cab. And play the board, remember that you are of a column, consider a bit 'or the first branch flag? Carefully choose your next problem"

Rap Lamento , Frankie

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policy and ethics, the reflections of a Balkan "exile" love your country!

Italy is the country I love Berlusconi said in his famous speech of "go on the pitch," and even though I was almost ashamed to say, I share in this vision. It is certain that for me is a very different feeling, I feel light years away from that kind of love that the "President" has shown in Italy in recent years, being in love is an investment at a loss, even from the 'soul for the cause. Instead we saw him in the years to squeeze the country and easily take advantage of every opportunity that we gave the Italians.

I left Italy to escape, but certainly not to make a work experience. I am following with interest the story of our country, I choose to be here as I always have my sources of information, trying to figure out how things are without really affect me one way or the other. My "faith" policy is certainly on the left, but I have always been ready to conduct a constructive political decisions taken by the Government on both the right and left.

are for real politics, which is free of ideology and look at the real needs of the country and people. In recent years I have grown a media system that brings us to "numb" our thoughts and think about what someone else tells us to think. I've seen people say everything and its opposite, depending on the situation, this is the attitude of those who govern us and is becoming the attitude of all Italians. Relativism is now the king. I saw what I consider to be indisputable values \u200b\u200btrampled on without anyone beat an eyelash.

I have always considered that some newspapers are better than others, not because of their political affiliation because of their objectivity in news reporting and cultural interest in their investigation. I really enjoyed the battle that the Republic has in recent months fought against the attempt to cover up what in any other democratic country would have been a political scandal. Private parties with guests who had arrived on air public paid for by taxpayers, prostitution, relationships to pedophilia, all seasoned with ambiguous calls with people of dubious integrity. I've heard from people who have always considered bigoted that there is nothing wrong, that the President's private life should not be concerned and look at what we have done good to our country. By not talking about "good works" that Silvio has done for Italy, I'd like to focus the objectification of the concept of distinction between public life and private life! We could accept such a speech when you talk the relationship between Berlusconi and his wife, which frankly I do not care, we consider privacy and close one eye also on the relationship with the "small" Naomi, but we can not pretend that nothing before the use of flight status for private reasons, this is when the public and private sectors begin to blur and if you allow then I start to poke their nose because I also have to pay for the travel of its "minstrel" in Naples. And if my President, you say well, my President, because unlike anyone I've always had respect for the institutions in spite of everything. Well, if my President spends his holidays in the company of prostitutes, because you can call escort, escorts, ring or as you wish, but the job is still the same, the oldest in the world!

Now we come to exactly what triggers this delusional political thought! Increasingly, we hear that the politicians are all the same, rogues, left and right and so nothing changes. When I hear this I salt the blood to the brain, even more when I hear someone speak in favor of Berlusconi, and that says it all! Anticipated this, my thought turns to what is happening these days in my region, the case Marrazzo to speak. Without getting lost in unnecessary comparisons with the "mischief" of the Premier I would say that such behavior is acceptable a representative of the people, national or regional level should be. Pay to go with a woman or a transsexual does not matter, it is morally unacceptable behavior by a person who represents us! This of course is my personal opinion questionable, but I do not understand what is relativism which in this case also involves the left and the newspapers who fought in the crusade against Berlusconi. And even in this case is the figure of the Prime Minister to do the lion's share of the papers. He knew, he helped Marrazzo. It 's a mafioso attitude, is further evidence of the conflict of interests was a gesture of a gentleman, these are the popular opinion. It 's always the figure President to stand out, for better or for worse. Instead, I believe that newspapers should maintain a consistent view and condemn the behavior of Marrazzo. The real politicians should talk about the case objectively, without seeing yet another opportunity to bring water to his mill, the best decision to take is to resign Marrazzo, that I personally look forward at this time, to show that those who make mistakes pay, to show that on certain things is not relativism that takes, to show that we do not play with his own weapons. Faced with the evidence there are no pun intended.

Berlusconi has become a role model also in scandals that involve, Italians admire him because he does not stop the processes, lawlessness has become a must, the sexual adventures of the Prime Minister are to be admired because they demonstrate his manhood in this view that animal, pass me the term, more than six goals and to admire! The country is a reflection of who governs it!

Well, today looks an encouraging sign, the resignation of Marrazzo, to show that it is not enough to be able to do what you want, quite the contrary, that power means responsibility, the leader must respect the laws of most other ! To prove that politicians are not all crooks, but that may be mistaken as Marrazzo the honesty to admit the mistake and withdraw. To prove that no one covers his mistake by pulling out the mistakes of others, because there is still some ignorant defending Berlusconi said that was wrong with the trans Sircana! The mistakes of others do not justify our own, if everyone responds to, and that is why today expecting a sign of civilization's resignation Marrazzo, without speculation and without too much political chatter.

Cb Valery I Densei 2002

A unique weekend like so many! A Month in

Life goes on, the weeks go by, life here is good, certainly a bit 'of nostalgia there, between the rain drops and the MP3 player that goes by surprise songs that recall the beauty of my city . And that's when you least the aspects of a weekend like many others, but unique. The usual routine, you work a bit 'even if it's Saturday and the desire is not a lot, you browse a bit' on the internet, then you go out to dinner. Not raining, the sun came out after a week of rain. The scout group in Tirana, where work often uses the structure for activities and meetings. This Saturday is the clan that is here on out. My evening with it as planned, meat and beer with friends, then returns home. I enter the car in the garden and there are kids in a circle around the fire, turn off the headlights to not ruin the atmosphere. Parking, out of the car and one of them is asking me to join them. The desire to tell the truth is not much, I sleep and I'm tired, but how to say no! I approach the fire and roast them incerchio to cook on the grill. Spending an hour in their company as well, playing, chatting, eating chestnuts and sipping a little 'home-made red wine. The chestnuts are cooked perfectly, the wine is not the best, not even speak much to each other as they chat in Albanian. That does not seem so idyllic situation, but instead as if by magic sleep is gone, the chestnuts are left to eat, and wine does not seem so bad, I listen with pleasure their conversations and words of Albanian beginning to understand. The fire appears to be a universal language, the smell of smoke, laughter and jokes, the song before going to sleep. This I have done hundreds of times, but each time is unique. When the smell of fire you feel the smell of home, all that has gone around and you seem to live in a fairy tale, only this story does not end here, I'll take with you for life, is the tale Scouting, the red flower of Mowgli, the camp of the scouts and guides, scouts and rovers. Here is how an evening all to be unique, as are many, but unique!

"No perfume is the smell of the fire,"

Sir Robert Stephenson Smyth, Lord Baden-Powell of Gilwell, Chief Scout of the World

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Shqiperia

a month in Albania and I seem to have arrived yesterday, and instead is a month that are already here. Looking back, in fact, a bit 'of time has passed. I fixed my room, now I have a decent bed, a bookshelf with books that I brought from Rome, a closet with all my clothes and a small table. I am organizing for a sofa and TV, although in Albanian is not that much yet understand. I bought a book "Learn Albanian in a short time", huh I got it! but in a short time what?! The language is not easy, declensions, pronouns, adjectives ... so there is to be studied, for what little that's enough to survive. In the evening you go out often, eating out does not cost much. Sometimes I stay at home, I watch a movie or watch TV via the Internet, in other words, you begin to feel they are not here on holiday but to stay a bit 'of time. With the work we begin to get serious, we are preparing a course for young adults about the political situation, which helps them to understand how to "use" democracy. The days pass so for now, including a night out and a coffee bar. I hope soon will be able to turn a bit ', Kosovo, Macedonia, Montenegro, and then more in the ....... who knows ...... as someone said ...." to infinity and beyond "and

Naten mir!

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Today is a bit 'Marcel Proust

sensation early autumn, explained Marcel Proust's involuntary memory, those feelings that you refer to distant memories, smells, sounds, tastes, all the senses can recall any memories faded away. And 'a sensation, you can not do anything, it just happens. It happens even though in different ways. Remember that while not wishing to re-emerge, as in a shirt that does not put a little ', autumn makes you reindossare clothes that you took in the spring, here in the pockets then those few things that you forgot to throw away, a movie ticket The printed text of a song. Then memories come to mind that maybe you'd rather not resurrect. I think it's a way to know oneself, one thinks of how he, just a few months ago. It 's like watching someone else, certainly not to change much in so little time, however, know many things. And 'one more step in! Resurface the words, and those who did not give, speeches, ideas, feelings. Are not always pleasant memories.

back down again It happens in a world left long ago. Like this summer when I saw the places of my childhood and adolescence. The house by the sea, those one hundred meters of the beach you know how your pockets, people who go away and what remains, the smell of fish, the sand beds, are all things that evoke a past that is still present.

Tonight I felt so not lonely, quite a bit 'romantic, it means that next time remember to empty the pockets of the shirts!

Quote of the Day:

"No, please honey, I'm just tryin 'to breath why do not you stop taking care of me"

Tour in it, Daniele Silvestri

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coffee Montenegro

It is now almost a month who are in Albania, the other day I heard the odd immigration law. For entry you do not need no visa, but once inside the Albanian territory, you can not live more than a month, fined EUR 100 leaving the country. I asked around to get a residence permit and they told me you need to wait a couple of weeks. So now to avoid becoming an illegal immigrant in Albania, which seems almost a joke, I left for Montenegro, to get me a ride and then travel back to Albania and to have another month to come into compliance. I took the opportunity of a friend who had to go to Scutari, which is only 15 km from the border and left with him, I left to do his rounds and I walked towards the border. Unfortunately, the machine still did not documents are in order, then the customs stopped me and told to go back. Since I had only to cross the border, I parked the car and I walked on foot, under the amused gaze of the Albanian police that I had just sent back with the car. Register on my computer out of the country and say hello. Walk for about two hundred yards and find a bar, sit by me and ordered a turkish coffee. After the coffee I tell myself that I can not walk so far to go, the way of life more like something human cows that were grazing at that point I decided to go back after a good 20 minutes spent in the country's Mirko Vucinic (Montenegro, for those who fail to understand). I returns to the border, this time out, with police officers than those before. The Montenegrins me check and record the document without problems. Step by Albanian police. The guy at the computer entering my data, looks at me and asks in broken Italian: "Why you left and returned?" I say, "to take a walk", he does not understand, it seems right, a border policeman who does not speak other languages \u200b\u200bthan the Albanians. Fortunately there was in line with the machine (probably will not cross the border on foot with no year), an Albanian boy who spoke Italian and I translated the questions of the policeman. "What are you doing in Albania?", "Why go out and fall?" I began to enjoy myself, and I was wondering why did so many stories, all documents were in order, and it was in my rights also pass and repass four times in succession. The thing that amuses me is that the Montenegrin police have not batted an eyelid. That they would have been suspicious, and ask: "how come this comes on foot to our house is ten minutes and goes away?" and yet nothing! While the police continued with its Albanian unnecessary questions, I pull out my passport and do even that in addition to the ID card that he had learned by heart by now. He gladly accepts and begins to leaf through it page by page, hoping probable that I had left some little present inside. Obviously, it is left-handed. At the fourth and last time I asked "what have you been doing for 10 minutes?", My answer was laconic: "I wanted a coffee!

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A Guide to English. The Albanians are willing to Europe.

Here I am, finally internet at home. I can write more often. Tonight tell you something that happened to me one of the first day I was here. Given that Tirana is a busy city, maybe the traffic here irritates me the most traffic of Rome, and that is saying something. The chaos is due to the large number of machines (50% Mercedes-Benz) and also heads the drivers' unruly natives. The queues are often due to the constant zigzagging of cars, creating inevitable delays. Often the roads are narrow, only two-lane two-way, but this does not seem to deter the fearless drivers, who do not hesitate to surpass even so bold. Of course I like a good Roman I adapted well to the local guide. While I was here, one of the first day I turned with a motor I had on loan. I find myself facing a traffic jam ever seen. I could not pass even with the scooter. After 10 minutes of good moves in the midst of the machines come to the "heart" engorgement. What happened? The road was wide enough, say two lanes in each direction. Virtually delays had meant that the cars began to overtake even invading the courses in the opposite direction, is widespread in these parts, this had caused other delays, and traffic slowed more than the super car to the left, to completely invade the lanes in the opposite direction. Meanwhile, the opposite happened and the same thing. Result: machine is located at a front of the other and did not know where to go. Fighters powerless in front of the chaos could not help but sit and watch. Seeing this scene, I imagined a paradoxical situation in which everyone changes direction as the British drive on the left. I know that maybe is not so nice, but I assure you that I laughed too much to see in a bottling machine so stupid.

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12 days in Albania Shqiperia


Shqiperia in Albanian means the country of Britain, to say the truth is that he has not seen many, indeed for the accuracy yet none. Of course, not having shot a lot. I'm here I'm settling in I'm starting to do something. I live in Vaqar, a village which is 9.2 kilometers from the center of Tirana. As you can see from the photos the house is very big. Obviously that is not all for me. The property is home to the project. The tower and the wing on the left are still under construction, while the right wing is complete on the inside. On the ground floor there is a nursery and kitchen. The first floor of my bedroom, my office and the room of Max, a young Albanian who works here. He is the head of the house, takes care of all maintenance work. The morning and evening I have to say that starts to cool.

The first week was sfiancan

you, also because I was late every night. The center of Tirana is very lively in the evenings, there are local and young people everywhere. In recent days I've started to enjoy my home life.

Saturday and Sunday I was with Fred and Lucy (which for the first time in Albania

was) a little 'about.

Saturday we were pretty much a town in Berat in the south of Tirana. The old town is a real walled city full of churches (photo top right) and mosques. It was worth it, despite the four-hour machine

na and rain that gave us welcome.

Sunday however, we were

on the coast north of Tirana. We visited two tiny little villages that do not even remember the name. The first was in the middle of a lagoon and the little houses on stilts over the water was. Really nice as you can see from the photo.

The second village was a bit 'less aesthetically pleasing, but it was very interesting because it filled bunker. The bunkers are of stone buildings prepared by Enver Hoxha during the communist dictatorship. It is estimated that the entire country is dotted with about 700,000 of these structures. There are really of all sizes.

As you can see from the photo on the right, we have seen that these were really great. I almost came to doubt that there was someone inside and tried to knock!

;-) Jokes aside, I must say that Albania is full of really nice places, and I hope in future to be able to turn to good. For the rest, Monday I began my routine, Frederick returned to Italy and I have taken possession of my space. My room became a room livable, despite not having even the wardrobe. The office is ready, with two desks and a wardrobe. The only thing missing internet and phone, I hope and trust that by next week everything is active.

to say, I'm slowly adjusting well.

Free Standing Horse Hay Feeder

First day


Here we are safe and sound, a bit 'tired but calm. In a little 'one begins to get serious. The first few days to settle down and regain confidence with familiar places, but I'll have to learn to know better. All in all here is good, will be the last days of summer, but there is a nice climate, people go out and have fun. Soon I will publish photos of my "country house" in reality I only have a small room, among other temporary, but it's nice to wake up in the woods. People in Italy claim

news, certainly for now is like a holiday, do not think I'm resting means, but in the end I got only 5 days. It 'also true that I'll be away for a bit'....

The people here are fantastic, there are some absurd situations that will soon begin to tell especially driving!

Mirupafshim (goodbye)

...heel Spurs_symptoms

Pellegrino, no tramp!

Here I am two in the morning at the computer to make statements before departure!

And 'Good game, I always liked, I have always done in a carefree, I'm facing everything very quietly, a bit' of melancholy, however, begins to rise, it is normal for some two years away, and who knows after that happen ..! One thing is certain, I'm sorry to leave it all, old friends, family, that more growth and less to bear, but you start to realize how important it is for you.

This summer, someone told me to always feel at home must be a pilgrim, not bums. A pilgrim knows what his home here now I feel so, maybe I can feel at home everywhere, so maybe it's because I know what my house, and I really feel.

Another person I met on my way said that to make this work you must have deep roots. Well I know it's here that I have my roots, and this is perhaps that I redne so sure of my choices.

I leave the place where I was born and raised, I leave the people for me are been important! I'm leaving happy because I'm going to do a job I like.

It 'been a tough year and arduous, full of disappointments but also great satisfaction! The moments are difficult to discover themselves! It 's time to choose, even in truth is always the time to decide those difficult above all must be renewed each day, always looking for the right reasons!

I greeted everyone, even those who would not want healthy, because it hurts not to hear anything important by those with at least one, or excuse, maybe it should tell you! But I greeted all the same because it's also nice to see the gratitude in the eyes of other people, people with whom you have shared important moments, know that with a look to say thanks, and it's nice to know that just one look to you to let him know that you're grateful and that it was a pleasure to walk together.

It 's true, sometimes just a simple glance to say things! One look that says so much!

"I miss you", "Thanks for everything," I leave happy!

Good Way!

Phrase of the Day:

"Have a good trip and good hermano querido walk everywhere you go, maybe one day we could meet again down the road"

Road of "Modena City Ramblers"

Pain In The Great Foot

Here the adventure begins ....


What is the best way to begin a new adventure than to keep a diary?

Why make it public? Why is a way to communicate and to tell friends and not, when Facebook begins to be a bit 'too tight.

Thoughts, images, music and all that will accompany me in this adventure that begins today in two weeks from the start.

Phrase of the day:

"I'm with those who walk slowly because it looks around, [...] I'm with those dreams if you make them by hand, because there's more flavor, with those who do not knows the price of emotions, and if you ever wondered "

first come, first wait, I Ratti della Sabina

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Sometimes they come back ... sometimes not.

10 months ago I left Italy with a lot of hope but few certainties.

10 months ago I left Italy with an emptiness inside that needed to be filled.

10 months I had one house, one family

He thinks, and do not even need to read it at his first post that opened this blog 10 months ago. The similarities with the current post could and should be found. The similarities with the current time you can find you, not me. Too many differences to see, even on the horizon, a simile. Now it's all gone, all gone. Now there are no hopes, only certainties. All hopes are gone, that have been fulfilled or not is another matter. Everything about the past ten months, it is a fact, a certainty. And if anyone wants to find the positive in this, come forward, because here the ideas are scarce. Maybe the "bright side" in a week week we will land, and this is the only hope that she can rush right now.

What remains instead of here are ten months of positive thoughts, one near the idyllic world, where everything is in place, as God (or me?) Commands (/ o). It remains this way the memory of an unparalleled experience that can not and will not ever be replicated. Like all dreams, even this did not a clear starting, but has a limited purpose difinite. An end that would be happy, but for many reasons humans can not but be sad, melancholic, nostalgic. And do not take this wrong, it's the truth. The truth is that this is not summer camp. This will not return next year. And this awareness does not help.

It helps, perhaps, the knowledge had no choice. In some cases, it's really better not to use its own assessment. And basically this is the only way to think about this whole situation, which otherwise would not have output. Excuse me, I never thought it would be this hard (even though I had been told before). I only hope that, like Texas and its people at that time helped me because I could feel this land as my house, we can find a real home in my old home.

At the end of all this, I want to thank all those for whom this blog exists. Father, mother, Intercultural, whoever gave me support during this adventure. And then my American parents, teachers, friends who were always close. All these people who, though never read this blog, will always have a special place down there, deep inside the organ that will tuttiu memory of you, until it stops beating.

With love,

Jacopo

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San Fran, San Fran!

sometimes put us days, months to arrive Saturday morning
committed to the Pack n 'Mail in Longview, Texas, told me that once the post office offered the service for parcels transport ship destined for overseas. Two years ago, due to recession (or vaiassaperetecosa), have left the service, transport and farewell statement. So if you're going to learn the news that there are rather old, do not complain, blame is something that we, mere mortals, we can not learn, this recession, finance, grants (or vaiassaperetecosa).

Said, more than a month ago. San Francisco, a city of many faces. Cities in which are home to the Bay of Robin Williams, the skyscrapers of downtown billionaire, all kinds of amenities in Haight Street (where the quotation is required, there are more "smoke shops" that whipped). Oh yeah, and the hippies or bums, some call them 'what you will, are still there. Without taking anything away from what other scenarios are perhaps more worthy of dimension. Such as when, in a blinding morning sun, leaving the Golden Gate Park come out on a breathtaking view. Right Downtown, Fisherman Wharf (pier in Italian) straight, overlooking the bay. In the distance around the famous red bridge, and Alcatraz. Small
recorded. There are some who say that impressions are true. Meanwhile, however, the first day, walking across the Golden Gate Bridge, it happens that a lady in deep despair credibly get up one of those phones along the bridge. These machines automatically dial the "anti-suicide" that with a caddy, go to save the poor before they throw a bridge. And thus far do not bat an eyelid. Except that, the unfortunate who is driving the caddy (rigged) changes to 30 mph down a sidewalk three feet wide. On one side the cliff, on the other traffic that whizzes over the bridge. Oh yes, 'I'm unhappy, to save a poor soul, nearly a dozen mutilated that it was enjoying the quiet bay of San Francisco.
The following days include a trip to course Alcatraz, where if you do not remember, a close descendant of the Italian soil spent several years in Italy for a variety of amenities that, in those days (and today), would be very small.
Special mention should be paid at Berkeley, and especially at the university. Beautiful place, a melting pot of ethnicities and cultures. I limit myself to what not to debunk myths too, that American movies have brought us ever since.
The rest is an unforgettable week in a city that can hardly catch your eye.

Jacopo

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April Fools?

Sometimes the question naturally arises. Even to me. "But in Texas, that f *** is it?". I can answer in two different ways. None, or All.
Ah is not an April Fool's joke eh, is clear.
Before now, Monday and Tuesday. The professor is absent, you watch a movie. No, a cartoon: Kung-Fu Panda. Comment to myself: "Daiiiiiiiiii! I've seen." It was the beginning, August 14 (I think) when you fired on the British Airways TV of your seat ... Kung-Fu Panda. Two p *** e. Then oh, it's all in English, do not understand anything.
the series, sometimes they come back. And they give you a second chance. One of the best films I've ever seen. Eho 8 months have passed, I made 18 years, now they are mature. Maybe. But that Panda, the laziest animal collection koala bear (Kung-Fu Koala sounded bad guys come on) becomes an invincible warrior, and not because it is, but because we believe. Here, the Panda, it might be nothing, but instead is Everything. It defeats the villain and saves his country populated by anthropomorphic pigs. The villain is rather big, big, and even s ***** o. All away, no nothing.
Lesson (philosophical) of the day: Everything and Nothing is too much on concepts to be considered. Lesson (practice) of the day: You can be big, big ***** es or what you want, but: 1-star in the pumpkin there must something, you have 2- believe in what you're doing. It 's so that the practice is passed to all that and then nothing. It 's so then I step in responding to the initial (and quite rude) questions. Why 1 - think you have something in the pumpkin and 2 - believe in what I'm doing. The rest I leave to the free human interpretation.
If anyone wants to compare me to go ahead Panda, proud of it, will be the answer. It is clear, the confusion of these speeches is the mess that is around the pumpkin, which, again, hard to determine whether the body that governs it, this is all or nothing. If nothing else, now is everything, and I was a bit 'of time now.
I think of when talking with friends overseas and I say no, believe it or not here, I'm different. Zero worries, zero worries, zero expectations, zero broken ****** c i. Is that it is a paradise. It is a paradise that is when everything you do not have, but given. It is clear, it works in both directions. Nobody gives you anything before you receive something. It seems so simple, so stupid. But that's all. That is all.
I just finished answering questions from Italy, and I said no, never coming to live in Texas. If that email is not already playing would change that response before publishing this post. Patience is now gone.
This will not be my first frustration in Texas land. Already zero frustration, almost I forgot.
As we all know though, Adam in Eden did not last long, very little. But he had everything he wanted.

Jacopo

Ps: I apologize for the huge amount of asterisks in the post, serving to maintain a dignity.

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rummage through the archives of the internet I found this. I thought that, in principle, it attenesse the theme of this blog, and so I wanted to put it (for non-anglophone, the article written, although always in English, is here ).

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What's up?

February. Indeed, almost in March to tell the truth. It 's been the All Star Game, and spent the night of the Oscars. It 's been the winter (yes, in Texas who is an advantage).

six months have passed, but I will not start now to make budgets because they are annoying and pathetic. If ever there is a will in the end, before returning to the homeland. Now there is. Now there is that people do not want more of where you are and be clear, not because you speak like them, but because by now everyone knows that you are Italian, even before you open your mouth. Many who in the past month I have asked "Are you ready to go back?" received a curt: "Nope." It said it had reached a certain point (and take what is written on this blog very cheerfully) is abandoned, or at least in many situations you leave out the interest for the future return to the beloved Tuscany. And I feel the need to write it, because education (family) we respect very deeply, "who I told you before." It is clear, we respect even those who, somewhere in the world is waiting anxiously, so do not be all-bar-and misrepresented or misunderstood.

It is just just to keep up, because in recent times sensational events do not occur or, at least, can (imho) attract the attention and interest of the exclusive club that has the honor (or burden?) to go from here, from time to time.

Oh, and could have passed a couple of times first. A: February 7, first dance, dressed as a penguin and go, like in the movies. Two: 18 years to eight thousand miles from where anyone would have expected them compiessi you. Put together all the things already listed in previous post that "there is mastercard for everything else." Not that it was celebrated in great, in fact nothing more, but trust me, it makes a certain effect. A little 'how to see the pseudo-calimero dressed in green in the race of the jump and crushed crush on Superman's head which, fortunately, was not flying at the moment.

Not much else to say, why do not you also want to enter into digressions pseudofilosofiche (more pseudo truth be told), and the perception and the flow of time, which will always inexorable, the Convention established by man according to some strange, new new beginnings and ends (and we're not going to argue about that End that does not include another beginning, otherwise we land in strange religious bigotry, and above all why, if Ratzinger goes from here, and I wrote that you should slightly between the lines I " is switching off 'all. "To clarify the comments section there.), and you people do not know, but I do not think it's one or the other.

I apologize for the uselessness and the brevity of this post, but this is what is in store Longview, TX, to my and your souls. It is clear, in this simplicity "someone" could find (find us?) The romance of the senses. Naaaaaaa.

Jacopo

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BU: a day in the land of the Bears.

December 29, 2008, Longview.

Off-school day. Not that it matters, no, not basketball.

Workout at 8 am. As has become customary, I headed to the "coliseum" half an hour before, just enough time to go to coach Scotter (trainer Ed.) and adjust the two or three things that the body of a skinny white 5'10 have never applied, let alone when you only play with him (almost exclusively) people by the color rather dark.

training runs but enough with all that the first training session back from Christmas holidays can bring.

Do not worry, the interesting part is yet to come.

Hours 12. According to the program, the Italian-American (Mr. Filippazzo), Italian (I) and German (Andy, already discussed somewhere) are setting out to Waco, home of Baylor University, a private university with 80 thousand bucks a year, how to take down a glass of water in short. The three hours on the motorway to your destination is, as always, if you're in Texas, 2 hours 50 in the middle of nowhere and 10 minutes (maybe) a city in the background (in this case, Dallas), but no consolation even more much. To animate the day, however, there are three in Gascony blue Volvo that during these three hours of leisure activities in the most varied topics: NBA (false and corrupt) College Basketball (slow and with a time-out every 3 minutes), health American (unacceptable for reasons that we all know), the American economy (in the dish slightly downward). And when The three arrive at their destination, given the background and animated discussions, Italian and German are asking the following question: "But we in America, we're doing here?". However, answers will come with time, rest assured.

Oh yes, then at 7 is the game of College Basketball: Portland State @ Baylor U.. And while this would be an answer, but it gets better. Yes, because after photos with a sign "Baylor University" and the rest of the 4 we head to Starbucks to Farrell Center arena with 10,000 seats and an adjoining sports center all to be revealed. And if the friend of high school Italian-American named David Wesley (Current student-coach at Baylor with 14 years NBA behind), then, this sports center, under recommendation, you also see him leave. Round of calls and we are in with a guy, coach Perkins ago by Virgil in a new structure of two years in which they were invested (or spent?) 11 million went Presidents (cited). That 11 million to look around you wonder: "Only 11?".

Coach Perkins, a native of St. Louis, Missouri, just presented himself tells us that the first time I came to Waco, the declaration of origin, everyone looked at him aghast as saying: "St. Louis? We have a St. Louis, Texas? " that to Coach P. immediately added: "Missouri", reminding all Texans that their nation consists of well 49 other states in addition to them. But some people around here still find it hard to be a knowledge-slash-accept the geopolitical situation (but that's another story). After the small anecdote, which really says a lot about Texas and Texans, we pass the inspection of the structure. You enter by a back door accepted, as stated by Mr. Perkins that shows us as we pass from the lobby the various offices. Systematically lying on the desks of these and a notebook or a desktop with an apple smangiucchiata on the back, the ones that when you go to buy them on the box, the good old Steve writes: "Designed by Apple in California," to not make mistakes and do not be misunderstood. We ask, curious, is it a coincidence that on every desk there is one or if it is desired. With great care we are told that the basketball program has been completely renovated (11 million is not that Pochini h) after the sanctions that were assigned to the program of the Baylor University Basketball dall'Ncaa following the scandal of 2003, among which events are found: the murder of a player by a teammate (!), the concealment by the coaching staff of medical tests that showed the use of prohibited substances of one of the players, the payment of fees university by the same coaching staff and other minor misconduct. In short, the credibility of the program and college basketball was all gone by the wayside and a new foundation after the close of the same program for two years, was the least we could do to not fall into a decline from which one would hardly raised.

were saying, how do you turn around you see the fruit of the mind candy of Steve Jobs, who, as we are told, it also provides (in charge of the university) to each player one of his MacBook Pro, 2000 other Presidents to head, and never will be. Continue the tour and enter through a door with access through palm print (not a finger eh, the whole hand!), To the ground floor, where among other things are: a training ground, a room weights, locker rooms and the wing of the women's basketball, not visited for a time limit. Yes, because among other things, at 7 there would also be a match to see. Oh, and of course from the front row. Game that does not raise a lot of emotions sunk if not for two in a row the number 23 in white jersey (home of the Baylor Bears uniform) on behalf of Kevin Rogers, one of which is to defend deployed in alley-oop on the bottom line from an assist by Curtis Jerrels (this name on some floors will see him again, make no mistake), Biman violent and result in delirium. The other action in the following counter-attack, on a riser too pretentious for most human beings, but not for Kevin, who gets up, picks up the ball at least two feet behind his head and crushes while his eyes look at the bottom of the retina. Seeing the level of the flooring then, even more impressive. Public standing and almost unbearable volume despite being 29 December and the entire student body is to visit relatives.

after the game Coach Perkins gives us one last gift, taking us inside the locker room, where each player has their own wood cabinet in which, on request, can send one of PlayStation 3, Xbox 360 or Wii, of course, with attached LCD screen of about twenty inches. In 'corner towers and a free Samsung 60''LCD with an adjacent Wii, for "games". It's not over because in the bathroom (yes in the bathroom) in front of the toilet and the corridor to the showers, there are two flat TV, not to miss a minute of your favorite shows. Annexed to the changing rooms are two rooms: one with all the pictures of past players from Baylor and then to the NBA, the other (other) 4 lcd connected to various consoles, which are in front of 80 thousand 4-massage chairs bucks. Each. How to Coach P. said, that's all, and as we say we just left the arena - just as well because ordinary mortals have other things to do.

Yes, because the most anonymous of the Roadhouse on the highway waiting for the Italian, German and Italian-American is Mr. David Wesley, who came from Houston in disguise (to avoid engagement with BU, having regard to the departure the next day to Charlotte) for a greeting and nothing more. 30 minutes to eat from Texas to bring the memories and not acceptable even for groceries. The anecdote of the evening comes from our own veteran (a native of Longview, already) and concerns the religion, many who are present at BU. In fact, as good Christians before and after each workout, all in a circle is called the prayer to Our Father, and thus far nothing unusual. Except that just after the prayer, the current player presses the button and the iPod connected to speakers, the volume of the rapper unsustainable turn resonates in the gym: "Hey you motherf *** er ...". And David, although it is not just devoted to the Lord, being a good teacher who can not write down: "But really guys, we still have not finished the prayer."

Unfortunately, at this point it's already 11pm and 3 hours of Interstate 20 separate us from home. Greetings and in the car between the laughs. Our answers, I do this in German, even today, we have found. I see nods his head: "Yes we have found.."