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Il futuro

flustered and has run trial was put into laughter that almost did not believe that even he was there to swear, but then, however, has made a good speech. We hope that the hope we know it never hurts. Mica we are to deceive. To say.

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Rientrare non è mai ritornare

I arrived it was all white, silent and cold as he went to Milan Malpensa from the landscape was so hushed, dreamlike, and cold ice cream that I have congealed into a complete dislocation. What is not solved in the days ahead indeed has become a sort of hole in space and time. Where the night I was awake and felt the fierce and messy and India rarefied day I saw pictures in black and white in a world of decadence. And fortunately I was surrounded by loving girlfriends and boyfriends affectionate (in addition to the family were the only reasons that are not on the first plane lifts subitosubito Caracalla on the slopes at the start). I kept looking around with prudent behavior, which does not recognize anything and I was increasingly falling into oblivion sad. Apart from that I was hot, the cold frozen neurons me for a long time, the only impression was that Italy is a country for old men. One afternoon I climbed on to Milan move 90 it seemed that he was carrying around all Villa Anni Azzurri. There was a child. Maybe I'm wrong bus I said to myself e li ho guardati bene e sembravano soli, incazzati e ammalati. E volevo dirci ma insomma avete tutto, avete l'acqua potabile, addirittura l'acqua calda, avete chi vi viene a prendere le immondizie, le strade non sono pulitissime ma va bene, avete un medico e anche una pensione (forse anche no, ma se state sull'autobus alle 4 ce l'avrete pure una cazzo di pensione giusto? fate un giro panoramico della città a sbafo?), avete la lavatrice, il frigo, la tv, la macchina eppure state soli e incazzati. Ma perché? Ma venite in India e poi me la raccontate.

Ripeto: non c'era un bambino. Ora capisco che faceva freddo e i bambini devono stare chiusi in casa altrimenti prendono freddo e si ammalano, ma sembrava di veder il prossimo and not too distant future. What comes now, indeed it is already. The few children were not seen around smiling. The smiling and telling you these were very serious look at you with eyes: What the fuck do you smile? People already old in court. Sad.

The best part of living abroad and do not understand the language (not English we put the Tamil or Hindi, Chinese or Japanese) is that you lose fortunately the cars of crap that the various non-bipeds sentient produce. We live in short speeches priority of a few non-sense and a lot of insights about humanity in general and not specifically. When you return home (and return to listen to the sounds so familiar mother tongue), we sipped a myriad of crap that you are no longer used and are all feeling for emptiness and inconsistency. A waste of countless neurons in an attempt not to listen and move on as if nothing was happening and it happens. It happens that they feel miserable, and far above all other. But not many special in the sense of artistic genius or just different and different abnormal. At times we've been hurt.

I kept hearing for years that the quality of life in Italy is high, but coming from outside I do not know and I have not seen all this high quality of life. Now they say that those who go around in helicopters with blades of gold there is. And 'that the soniamo there and sing with us. Then we go out and find another world. In cancer of daily living m'è people seemed a prisoner of their homes, wrapped in beautiful rooms, tortured by the loan, stoned by the orgy of fattanza brick and consumed by the paranoia of thieves (but I could say as India, where the windows bring the bars a prison tough stuff). Maybe then you go to see applies to all countries around the world need to have a real home, stay inside, do the sedentary. But it is a sad vision of the future, without flashes of joy, and sad in the final analysis where the material has become the only unit of measurement to describe even the inside. And I wondered if there is a inside. Mica I'm not talking about being more or less superficial. I'm just talking about real priorities, unique and decisive. And I'm not pulling out of the discussion of values. Mind you. Only one and no longer have a being and that being there if he is tired and fatigued, sometimes even bored. I have no opinion on how to trace the energy of a people, and to see that there are other future, other worlds, other consciousnesses. My name is not Baraccaobama. I have not got an answer to everything I've seen and sometimes only hinted at, but I came back the cheerful smell of Chennai. But before I went to the Culinary Rinascente the seventh floor and left me upset because it took an attack of claustrophobia. There was too much stuff, all it cost dear, ridiculous prices or even outrageous, and there were too many restaurants shrunken to say nothing of the tables that were glued on each other and you could eat with his elbow in the course of the next . All packed and crowded. But I write a post better and longer on the seventh floor of the Renaissance.

I am told the crisis center in Milan, but there is and about who is in the center. Indeed immediately close the story here: the Italians have double billed. Those declared and those in black. Then there is the outskirts of Milan and the poor see them and hear them.

I've been away two weeks, but it's like never to be playing and then when I set foot in the house Chennai I thought I was well away from home and maybe now I understand that it has never come back to do it and that it takes more effort. But one thing I have understood well: I know my roots and be with my friends and my family. That in the worst analysis was the best discovery made in my last 10 years. Mica to speak. Seriously.