Dear Reader, autumn to winter is coming now. The warm colors of the leaves are leaving room for the dark branches. Continue to meet the same people on my street, just a little 'more muffled, but with the same mind, or almost. I am no longer a novelty, but I start to be part of the landscape.
After months here I am creating rituals. The first is the discovery of radio.
now I try to plan your trip so that a radio transmission CATERSPORT make me company. The next morning at breakfast I do the voices of company CRAZY FOR RDS . And in the evening when the day is now over here is that the music and words of VIRGIN RADIO lull me into the world of Morpheus.
A return to the old, at home when the television was only in the living room and kitchen, where he spent most of the time, we talked and listened to the radio. In the bedroom there were only wardrobes and beds, and was lulled by the chants of their grandparents.
Well, perhaps mine is the research of the past, that time when everything seemed simple and the only thought was, did my homework, take the bike or the ball? Okay, a little 'homesick. But now it's time to talk of days past.
Halloween I spent in Alba, as the day dedicated to All Saints, I have spent working. Who would think that working days of vacation should be a treat because there is nothing to do, you are wrong big time. Day fullest even if the offices were empty. At the end kicked out by security.
Tuesday I'll feel even the complaints of a colleague who had to work until 21:00, from home. I restrain myself to tell you something and continue to work with his head down.
social event was a lunch in a restaurant Manera, famous for its many accompanying sauces spaghetti, penne, ravioli, and rice. Luncheon held responsible for the return of the last week of work, before entering the maternity period.
Sporting event the same evening to dispose of, at least part of the revelry of nutritious lunch.
Thursday gnocchi nothing but just another day where you have to chase this and that, where after you broke my head to figure out how to fix yet another user's bullshit, this tells you candidly that he did not do anything, which changed my mind. By now I should be accustomed to. In the evening gloom I'm struck, but fortunately distant voices warm the heart. Friday
travel passes. Things to do intertwine, Italy, Turkey and Luxembourg. A hot potato bouncing from one group to another, and also passes through me. I'll put the good will but in the end it turns out that the problem is the samples of dodges labors, and their returns.
... chasing the sun ...
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