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I do not give anything at all to that conference. I did not know what it was, I did not care. "I go there " - I said - " try to meet that person, and then who knows ... "

Maybe that is the right time for me, they open the gates of heaven. " Usually hell instead.

and that I should expect from a well? I imagined him a snob. Terribly arrogant. Ignorant! And in fact! How do you describe that gives you an appointment at 17:30, and then around 18:30 it tells you is not. That we do not do anything.

And now I was there. On the other side of Rome!

Il Convegno era organizzato dalla Camera dei Comuni (o qualcosa del genere) ed erano stati invitati a partecipare tutti assessori d'Italia.

Ma di ciò me ne sono accorto solo dopo... solo quando a causa di un malinteso hanno pensato che fossi un assessore anche io, e mi stavano scortando nemmeno tra il pubblico (composto da assessori), ma sul palco dei relatori.
Come dicevo, tutta colpa di un malinteso: appena sono entrato nell'aula, la prima domanda che mi hanno fatto è stata la seguente: " di che comune è? ". Mi avevano scambiato per un assessore. Io ho risposto, senza sapere a cosa si riferissero, che ero del Comune di Roma. Sono nato a Roma, vivo a Roma, che avrei dovuto dirgli, che ero del Comune di Milano?
E quelli stavano proprio aspettando un emissario del Sindaco, e hanno creduto che fossi io.

Un emissario in borghese, di quelli che vengono a controllare che tutto vada per il meglio. Di quelli che se sgarri, cazzi tuoi!
E così, eccovi i miei 15 minuti di popolarità: tutti servili al massimo, hanno iniziato a correre intorno a me con una frenesia che non ho visto nemmeno negli studi legali dove ho lavorato. Pensavano di avere un VIP tra le mani: " la microfoniamo subito "...mi dice una.
E che dovevo fare? Io appena vedo un microfono mi prende la sindrome dello Show-man! Passati radiofonici che lasciano il segno...
E così mi stavano accompagnando sul palco, pronti tutti to yield me the floor. What I told the audience of assessors? Perhaps I had an appointment with a type snob. An arrogant. And certainly also ingnorante. Why is arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand. Always!

And then, what else? That in the end, between that type and all of them, is not that some kind notassi difference? But there comes that girl, the one I had fixed an appointment with the snob.

unravels the misunderstanding, and reassures everybody: I'm not the emisssario the Mayor.

A couple of aldermen of any small community, had also taken my number. Just discovered the misunderstanding, one has deleted, in front of me. If you are not at least the vice-mayor of Rome, not the commissioner to Sports City Vattelappesca is interesting to you.

But the other did not immediately deleted. If you will be required for me Seriously (now called me one that was looking for a certain Paul ...)

Everything ends well. The rest are just useless discordant assessors who did nothing but claim other public funding. They want more money. Our money.

I had 50 cents at hand. You say I should tirarglieli?

Long Travel Suspension Blueprints

Myopia

sovrapensieri walked by the parties of the English Steps, where at one point I noticed that a girl was staring at me from inside a window.

dream or are awake?

pinch. Definitely awake! But too far.

better approach to better enjoy my "admirer".

I go.

Closer ...

but ...

possible?

I go a little bit more ...

e. ..

what?

A dummy? That girl is not a girl, is a dummy!

I think I increased the short-sightedness ...

Coleman Propane Lanturn Convert

advances will be arriving in Rome ... in spite of you! Happy birthday

The problem of the Italian guys? The total lack of planning! There is no ambition, no enterprise ... no nothing! Everything is still waiting for the manna falls from the sky! Did I

I explained: " the manna did not descend from heaven. Andarcela We will have to take !

shot eyes raving mad, maybe I have convinced them! Part also the applause!

" Thanks thanks, I do not deserve this, then, those inside and those outside ?"

All quiet!

As in cartons, when one says, " volunteers make a step forward." And all take a step back.

In short, it seems that once again will be so. I've submitted a project that never, ever be realized. A project to which all had joined. But when it came down to it, when we had to start climbing to the sky go and take the windfall, all take a step back.

Poor Italy! If we continue at this rate, we do not change anything at all!

This afternoon I listened to " Bomb or no bomb " Venditti ... and I was almost "gassed." The beginning of that song, it seemed an encouragement: " a couple, and were quite !

We had thought: there is no need to grow up mica. Although there are only two, we will do great things too. We had enough!

In the evening I met the second, he had to leave with me. And I concluded one thing:

I know, that we are one and a half ...

and BOMB BOMB ON, bomb bomb, will arrive 'in Rome, Rome ...

spite of you??

Older Purple Sony Car Amp

Ipse Dixit

"Quando una nazione diventa debole, fragile, vulnerabile come l’Italia, diventa ricattabile e, se vuole riacquistare autonomia e credibilità internazionali, meglio deve scegliere i suoi rappresentanti politici e ripartire daccapo: nel frattempo, deve mordere il morso delle briglie altrui. Io non ho alcuna voglia con questo sgangherato tessuto civile, economico, politico, culturale, istituzionale di fronteggiare Gheddafi a causa di Calderoli, preferisco Calderoli fuori dal governo – lo vorrei fuori anche dal parlamento, insieme a un sacco e una sporta di gente impresentabile per le fesserie razziste e sessuofobiche e tribali tout court che esterna, ma per il momento non si può":
Aldo Busi a proposito della dichirazione del figlio di Gheddafi su Calderoli ministro.

Lunch For Someone With Anemia

There are events that are celebrated (if possible, without delay, not as I do!) Well, this blog, last May 3 took a year! Not bad for the face skeleton is smoking a cigar.

time budgets? So, beyond the programmatic content (and rather "warlike") of that first post (I'll bet none of you read!), The main purpose of this blog was to create a communication channel with some of my friends (those of real life) that are far away from Rome (someone is in Naples, one in Milan, one power, one in Belgium, Switzerland and a world traveler who is in China ...? Bho do not know, but yesterday I received a postcard from his 'Argentina! Um, is always around !)...

Over the years (over twenty), with these characters, "diverse" we tried all possible means of communication to bridge the gaps: the first few letters and rare phone call, then e-mail, msn lately. Coincidentally, I discovered the blog. So I tried to give to them my new passion, and take advantage of an additional communication tool. The results are not really satisfactory. Two of my friends "Far away", on my trail have also created a blog. One, the blog "Crazy World" (by Lucio, the "sewer" of the group) has been created and there is dead, because it has not ever written a post. The other " The Temple of the Phoenix", contains the post yes ... but the author (my friend Daniel), the aim of spreading the Buddhist practice, did not consider it important to allow readers to comment (a blog without comments, and what stuff is ?!?!).

the end the conclusion is this: I was the Jack Skeleton of the situation, what had made up his mind to bring the celebration of Christmas in the City of Halloween ... And

paradox is complete! In fact, none of my friends are "distant" reads this blog, my intention had been created just for them! And so we continue to move forward with e-mail, msn, sometimes travel ... but do not start blogging!

the end, I am convinced of this: the blogger-mania do not export! You have to discover yourself, and you must make your own! Point. However

beyond the failure of the primary objective, there is a success! Through this blog I could "come into contact" with many people, both far and near. Contacts that sometimes are not limited to the network, but continued in real life.

And all of you who want to express our sincere gratitude Leisure facilities that decide to "waste" to read my post, for all the comments posted to the SMS sent talvota on my cell. But above all the continuing calls that I turn to participation in meetings blogger! We can say it: the network does not perceive it as a protection for those who feel insecure, but as a way to boost their chances of communication and socialization.

So, it would be nice to know and meet everyone! Who knows, maybe slowly!

Greetings to all e. .. stay tuned!