Dear reader, I am trying to impress upon the waves of the Internet. As I write I feel most of the time zone that I left behind.
But let's go in order, because of confusion I've had enough.
Monday morning in a beautiful foggy day has taken off yet another week away. If it were not for the radio keeps me company while the time passes, I could think of a trip made with the transporter. Nothing landscape. Before I was home and then I am in office.
Obviously there is no consideration for myself that it was up early, he traveled in the cold and fog. Pre Meeting, then full meeting and then meeting to define other meeting. At the end of this tour I find myself at my desk, with a lot 'of things to do, my colleague that I catechizes, dropping eyelid.
When I run the time is permitted in residence and after a frugal supper to bed.
Tuesday morning I spend close to the final points, to fix a few little things and move into the house. Too bad that instead of home travel towards the airport.
The fog is so thick that at times when the road seems drawn on a huge white sheet. I feel like line, with the world that was created before slowly.
arrive slightly ahead of table provided, I have time to eat and to buy the crossword puzzle.
start with.
I would advise all those who fly from London to Istanbul never to look the film is being proposed. Not because it is beautiful, but because it is impossible to see everything, and if you then pecked the pilot talkative, which is more annoying advertising towel or Howe and the most annoying girl in the world, you have no hope.
Arrive in Istanbul that evening had already begun. The city welcomed me with its gala dress, made of colored lights and breathtaking views. In
hotel collapse.
Wednesday you start to get serious. Arrive at the office even before the employees and I have to do the hall.
The atmosphere is more relaxed, however, the last time I was here. The office has been restored and people have begun to understand how the system works, but there are still a couple of problemini and then there are more Italians in the various offices.
finish at the same time that usually end up with Ala, except that here there is a time and then, starting and finishing their work before then ... okay, I go to the hotel.
By taxi I see a restaurant that inspires me. After I removed the uniform of my office we bring. I eat well and I'm going to give me a ride to the shopping street, which fortunately are still open.
I do a bit short in 'tourists. Returning
I connect to the internet hear a couple of friends, answer a few emails and finish a job. Just see my mail
IT manager calls me in the room.
We assess the situation and throw down the ladder to the next day.
collapse. Thursday
the alarm is in a bit harder. A cross between the well-known breakfast Chen terrorizing the East and West, the master and sensei Miagi Film Nerds.
Traffic is a bit 'stronger, but it allows me to see the city and be amazed at some of the passages / landscapes.
The day promises to be long, and in fact I find myself in the evening, in the office, with three Turks to fix something that was already running six months but no one has controlled.
I try to organize the evening with another Italian business, but the fate and the terrible internet connection blow up everything. So again I find myself dining alone, and back to the hotel for an hour unhealthy, as the health of one of the Italian leaders stationed in Turkey, which tries to attack my immune system. System and the last things I go to bed.
brings us to Friday. In the office there is happiness. They are all happy, or so it seems to me.
finish the last things and I find that there are no other but the time goes faster as the day and the alarm sounds. A taxi is waiting for me. IT managers give you a ride to the airport.
airport fund to do all Turkish lira buying gifts for various birthdays that will attend in the coming days.
The flight is quiet in that time than the other NCI are no disputes or situations from Final Destination and arrival in Milan except on healthy so again in the next post.
... chasing the sun ...
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