"Whatever dreams to undertake, cominciala. Boldness has genius, power, magic
Wolfgang Goethe
Wolfgang Goethe
does not realize that his era is over. Basta. Kaput.
"Resign" is the word shouted at present in Italy.
He understood. He knew all right that is not air.
And, I'm sure, you're shitting on me, praying that her former friend Gaddafi of Libya does not regain control, because as sure as the famous kiss: it to him (the EC) is to purge my dear, dear, but that if ( ce la) will remember until the bell.
Berlu, it's time that you resign.
Yeah.
I love you.
I love since I was born. I'm Italian.
I feel 100% Italian. Not Po, no.
If I say I am Po comes to mind, only a large piece of cheese bite. Certainly not a "state". You
150 years, my big, sweet, beloved Italy. That is, there the longest, of course, have existed for millennia, but for the most strange and unfortunate reasons, until 1861 were all divided into fiefdoms, under foreign rule. And mortified. Yes Mortified.
We were, already, all Italians and we could hear him, I shouted, fighting for you, our beautiful nation.
Today, March 17, we celebrate the birthday of your nation, finally, united. United under one banner, under one color.
fact. Under one flag.
White. Red. Green.
The colors of our country. The colors that, when we are away from it, we try in every reverb, in every light in every clime, in every star horizon.
The Italian flag, brought it inside. Always and forever. Cara
Italy, not to listen to all the people who say hurtful words to you. Believe me. These people are the first, usually, to be nostalgic when they are away from your warm embrace of mother and your sunny smile. Happy Birthday
Italy. One hundred of those days. No. exaggerate well: millions of those days.
Because Italy is one and indivisible.
No one should dare to say otherwise, and everyone must always remember.
[Today my two blogs are written to 'unified networks', just to celebrate the birthday of our beloved homeland.
I wanted to write this little ode to small-to declare my unconditional love Italy, I am Italian. And I'm proud.]
So come in this modest office, 5 x 5, crammed with people, where the heat is hell (hell why cave) is where it starts to sweat as soon as you step a camel can not even remove the jacket dall'esiguo living space available.
What are you doing, while trying desperately not to pass out for heat stroke (not touching the radiator because the risk of third degree burn)?
start listening to people, who knows because more space is smaller, start chatting about this and not recklessly.
"Here for the unemployed?"
"Ehggià ..."
(sad faces)
"You are all young, but lousy world. Italy will go to hell! "
(disconsolate faces)
" Yes, the whole world goes to hell. Look at Japan. What bad stuff. "
(shaking heads)
"Yes, and I say just one word: 2012. We understood each other, is not it? "
(various winks)
" Yeah. All predicted. There is no mercy. "
I, however, I think that there is no escape humanity is forced to vary in line in government offices.
[Goliarda Wisdom from "Fate forced", Einaudi]
"The position remains as it is, is that you can change each time. We have energy problems not just for a moment if we look at the world around us so tight. "
[Fabio Genovesi tratto da "Esche vive" - \u200b\u200bMondadori]
's to you, my vanity case!
Like, this morning I had errands to the post office, so, I headed to one of the country close to mine, because I had to get something that probably was only there . Usually, it is the post office of my country with a ciofeche code inside a huge hole of the c *, where all or snort or laugh loudly and conspicuously not to cry. Because there is always something wrong: When is the computer, and printer, and once again is " and the server from Rome or packed too slow. " So every time you go in the mail to my country, but never know when you go when you exit.
were saying, then, that I went to that country's borders, hoping to avoid having to queue. And yet.
Instead, I arrive and I realize now that there, in this place of sorrow and patience, we'll spend at least three quarters now. Yes, because there are people in the queue right out the door, I turn around and go back, but I can not. I have to stand in line.
Then, as I said at the beginning, I start to think. Listening to what's going on and process thoughts quickly to pass the time.
Today, the thought that flashed me was that the problem of queues in post (appunto!?) And how it can be avoided.
Like, the Italian Post Office, in recent years have diversified the product. You do not go more mail to send something or pay a bulletin, but also to pick up, open bank accounts, postal savings, books, make objections to the account and buy a sim for your phone.
shame that this increase in services is not followed by an increase in staff, or at least stop.
Thus, there is the same employee who made the one described above and in addition, also offers new products.
At this thought. And the phrase that now echoes in my head is:
but with all the people who want to work?
Ps: the demand for work, I have already made by Mo!