Tomorrow I leave and come back for a week in Italy. The case is almost ready and weighs un'accidente, romped ham, sausages and salami different tonight ... I hope I never see them again for a while. Christina is preparing a typical cake of Monaco that I bring, I have two bottles in my suitcase for Peter Dunkel ... eh, weight, love! I'm happy, I want to eat pizza, mozzarella, olive oil affected the taste true, sit at the table and speak Italian, to travel the roads and signs read Italian. Living in Italy this way, the times we live is the best. I read the mess in the universities, the lure of Berlusconi makes me ashamed to be Italian ...
only solace I want the best of my earth: the places, food, art and taste. One day I'll be less superficial and perfectionist and try to live with the rest. Maybe.
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