Back where you grew up always gives the feeling of being immersed in an old diary. There are words that do not use anymore, now you do not share thoughts, memories faces that without being able to associate a name. Everything has a vein of strangeness, but it's all part of you.
Back where you grew up without that you can call this place home is that you have accepted a compromise and maybe even a little 'looking, but otherwise makes its effect.
Jesi is a small town like many others in the hills of the Marches, and fall here is not wasted in kindness: dreary and dull, not surprisingly, not far Leopards ambisse to an infinite beyond the hedge. The finite nature, predictability, the constant repetition of what are known Jesi want and they know better.
rains often and willingly, and aside from some metereopatico like me, it seems that nobody will pay any attention. But a lot of rain also has a real positive, it often gets up in layers of fine sand in the air, and this generates the hills of the spectacular evening sunsets and processed.
Jesi is without knowing a bit 'too, the city of the sunsets.
A place to seek the quiet of the evening, the calm after the storm, without hope on the promises days to come, but simply enjoying the many shades of crimson.
why when I'm here, and I will remain here until January: after so much travel and discover, collect and document, create and imagine, it's time for a pit stop to get everything back in order, and project deadlines without the immediate best possible future.
For 2011, many sites are already open, which will see the best fruits in the space of a month I'll know which airport to prepare the pack, but it certainly will not work in the field.
fact, I have decided to stage an administrative, complementing the curriculum work with a jacket and tie (if you learn to make my node): it's advocacy, lobbying or project planning, will see less action and more diplomacy, and not cooperating Tommy and more policy makers.
hope that all these anglicisms reserve the same job satisfaction in direct contact with the recipient of humanitarian aid, I still have the belief that it is the right way would stabilize for a couple of years in the same city, and build something.
While I wait to know what, I take possession of the inner teenager who once called me.
Room adolescents are the promises of their future hypothetical, and it is good to see those that are kept inside and the disillusioned. For
what it cost me to give up poster of Lara Croft, the colorful flag of peace and to my huge CD collection of preposterous punk-rock Italian, reset the room I felt like myself again.
And slowly, like a room with a thousand windows, Jesi has also started to become familiar.
Among the rediscovery of the rhythms of a family, the company of old friends and fantasize about the future that will, I enjoy a period in which the city is a prelude to new sunsets sunrises.
atmosphere by the end realm that characterizes Italy these days, who knows these dawns not really bring us a blast of energy greater than we would expect.
Big hugs confident
Tommy
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