It 's a bit I'm missing, in fact. the screens of your computer, more, some less.
From the pages of my script, where I dutifully wrote down all my should be.
From epicenters of your lives, at least physically tossed somewhere in the world once and worry that after comecazzosichiama.
that not even I have not been reported, it is my perception. Maybe I'm not missing, but you fail me.
And perhaps it is no coincidence that I am in Italy now.
That he decided to pursue a master's degree in Emergencies (Emergency Management), which has beaten me to be taken, which have come to terms with Milan and its mists, while returning with the people you've had in recent years , at least physically, far away.
So here I am, the city of fashion, I do not think that fashion never be gone.
As far as we can embroider on, Milan is a city esteticamente non bellissima. L'imponenza maestosa e le marmoree guglie del magnifico Duomo e lo sfarzo luccicante della Galleria Vittorio Emanuele non possono sopperire alle carenze di una città in cui sono assenti luoghi di socializzazione di massa all'aperto, in cui si fa tutto di corsa per sfuggire ai propri stereotipi e dove l'azzurro del cielo - che bellissimo si contrappone al bianco del Duomo - solo raramente riesce a farsi vivo penetrando la coltre di nebbia semipermanente che avvolge la città .
Cercano invece di sopperirvi i tantissimi luoghi d'incontro, le mille attrattive culturali e la frizzante (ma carissima) vita notturna.
E -anche se parzialmente, sono pur sempre un metereopatico- ci riescono se added to the main reason of my stay in Milan: the aforementioned Master in Emergencies ISPI (Institute for International Policy Studies).
valid, valuable, and invigorating for the hungry minds of those who were often surrounded by people in the field of international cooperation is often confused with good heart capacity. Here, in fact do not prepare people from the high ideals, but by high skills, visions are not taught, but projects do not develop opinions, but practical tools.
In an environment that turmoil was hard not to meet other interesting people, and this last fragment of 2009 it is also accredited some nascent beautiful friendship.
From Addis Ababa on my spirit traveler was forcibly quelled, but not dormant: this year even as a New Year move to wild beaches (in fact, opt for the Eternal City with the girl friend and some good Persian) 2010 is clearly useful and very intense.
Why I'm going to take advantage of me, at least physical proximity to you, and spend more time together as possible: visit you, come along, tell me and listen while you told.
To avoid the risk of failure, these are my current contacts
3772186728 (the proud PosteMobile phone area code like Soviet)
0236693287 (the economic numbers from the home phone Spiderman red and blue)
Viale Jenner 65, MILAN (the address where to go if you go with Milan spent in excess).
The other day, I do not remember where I read about a man who in life had to slide down from where it went. Many people climb to the top before realizing that the slide is too tight, or maybe they are too wide, or simply are afraid to let slip. And there's nothing worse than having to go down a ramp going from ladders.
today I feel almost at the top of the lineup, which soon leave the grip to slip a fast ramp of a thousand calls.
Bringing you all with me, mes amis.
Big hugs Milanese
Tommy
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