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25 and 26 and my first time in Portstewart ....



September 25 ...

as always better to say a few words
26. I wake up and go with Alba on campus ... I subscribe to wokshop English (listening and taking notes and pronutiation). I go to lecture of History of Ireland in the 20th century ... There's also Lisa, I greet you but I can not talk to her ... follow the lesson talking French with a fucking ...
A young man (maybe 35) professor, long blond hair and glasses begins to explain and show slides ... I do not know anything about English history in 1800, names of parties and politicians do not understand much percu ... is fun because of the cartoons showing asks you what you think ... What makes you think of.
type. A guy came with 20 minutes of delay ... He comes in and tells him ... "Hi, what do you think about this picture?". Ends the lesson and go with Anatol (with the accent on i), a boy near Marseille lunch .... I eat a slice of lasagne (£ 2). I connect a bit 'and I come home ... 6 steps to Alba. we have to go to the provost dinner (at 6!). We arrive. There are also train in the French ... not that much (3X) nice ... carinina and the other is Bo (whose name is pronounced ... Camille Kamigl).
Once we find the place and we need a laugh mediocre ... undercooked. you bring a dish of plain rice and then choose the sauce ... I choose chicken and peppers ... I eat rice and drink orange juice ... that sucks. The French and
Alba (who have tried my laughter) say that my rice is better, indeed, Nicolas tells me who my rice is better 100 times better ... should be no '... much to be modest ... Then we all entry dell'Irish nignt organized by the Christian Union ... Alba goes away ... does not want to give £ 2 to the CU.
At the end we do not go and decide to go to a pub called the Anchor in Portstewart ... or Ancohr or even (as seems giustamnte CICC). We get everyone on the bus.
Portrush is pretty ... the same pub. Party Karaoke. I drink and smoke with Gianfranco (a guy who works here) star (a erasmus from Vicenza, most beautiful girl of 86 but looks older) and Anatol ... also meets a boy from Philadelphia who is studying literature and fans of the Eagles ...
Ah I had forgotten her purse at home, I was maybe 8 pounds in my pocket, but with some financial acrobatics can give me 2 or 3 beers and two or three I'll pay the Riasc and also to pay the taxi for the return. Outside the room we meet the girls drunk and start talking ... I understand only fuck ... We return to Portrush (the taxi is 6 pounds in 4). We leave you with Gianfranco with the view to holding a carbonara Thursday, expect a bit 'of people and then go to "Spring Hill", where on Thursday there is live Irish Music ... but you already know ...
Now I'm home, I smoke a cigarette sacrosanct goodnight (I finished it with tobacco) and I go to sleep ... no alarm clock tomorrow ... I decided that I do not have classes .. I should not have but I want to check my timetable ... now are the two ...
Hello ... I wake up tomorrow if we have an appointment (it's not a dates!) to one with Stella ... must be 'hello ..

PS: For readers who just wanted pussy and beer can only say that there's beer ... for pussy ... bhe! There was a mess of pussy around Portstewart ... seminude (given the cold). I was wearing two long sleeves, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt ... Their only miniminiminigonna and a top! There was a freezing cold!
should be 'hello ...

September 26

write quickly because I'm in the library and I have to study. Yesterday I had to meet Stella
nn but we met .... patience. In return, I joined the association Socialist students, international students following the meeting of the union. Elect the President (which is Lisa) and representatives of each country. I was the only Italian but for now I feel it nn to represent anything. Maybe after I sign ... Next meeting of Amnesty International ... we were 4! However, there was Esteban (messcano very nice and friendly guy). Then
tormo home, beer in the pub with Alba and fish and then dinner and bedtime ... Tomorrow is the Spring Hill ... and I've also invited Camille ... maybe .... ahahahahah you know that joke is not it?

PS: Special thanks to the one who allowed me to do everything ... Calpurnia (the network), Mariantonietta (at work), Anela (for friends, in honor of his lovely bidda). Without his help I would never find a flight to inculoalmondo, that is where am.
If you like Northern Ireland, You're my guest!

In the photo at the Anchor bar Portstewart.Ora'm going to study ... Hello.

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Ok where do I start ....
Oh yeah I was at Giant Cosways ... are wonderful ... hofatto at least 200 photos. Then
beer at the pub playing premiership M, United Vs Celsij and pool match.
My roommates say I drink too much beer, but it 's true ... the right! The Murphy here costs 67p a pint and is' one of the most cheap ... but 'GOOD!
Then other things ... mmmm ... I do not remember ... maybe it 's true that I drink too much beer!
Oh yeah ... yesterday. Shitty day.
I get up and 'Sunday and the sun shines ... I decide to
make a apasseggiata the beach. Check ... beautiful and very long (4 km discover 'after) I am all over the beach, meeting Dawn and asked me to accompany her to see the white stones at the end .... ok .... am referring meta 'beach ...
While I take a picture of my room sings ... I look at it ... and 'bleached has dilated pupils, and fever .... can no longer 'Chud as an eye ... No more essentially closes' the target. Okay 'and keep walking swear ... Then by chance I try my mp3 player .... nn there 's just ... I think he tried to commit suicide by jumping into the ocean ...
Day of shit .... On the other hand I beat Nicolas Jeremie has a pool .... Italy 3 France 0 (not to mention the world!) Anyway today I
bought a lot of things like mp3 and a new card to call the cell across Europe just 7p (pence not pounds) per minute. Today
first lesson ... I'll have 'understood maybe 50 percent of what he said a young teacher (... no not ciccio' pussy .....) but it seems interesting ... the course is not the girl ... Here are just
nn organized but now I have time to explain and then do not you care nothing you just want beer and pussy!
However I met another pretty girl who loves Italian, French (the language), but that does not like it when I swear .... lose points ...
To reply to the comment by ... carla Alba sinceramnente I do not like and then already 'the boy. The very French (3X) I have more cute nn 'magazine but I saw the Yankee of Nebraska and we also chatted a bit '(as one can talk of a coin Nebraska!). Her name is Lisa (like Simpson) andnot I remember the name ... should be in the same group as my workshop ... me maybe I can ... joke and you know ...
Last but not least ... Today I walked to one of the many entrances of the university 'when I saw the big face of Che in a flyer that says "RESIST Capitalism" So I went and I discovered that there is an association of socialist students .... have a meeting Monday '... I will go there '... see what it '...
me now time is running out No I will not reread.
As I was writing I was chatting with my brother and I ciccio Nos know what I write now I am a photo on the fly hello ....

P: S: Lisa in the photo ... and noooo 'Motl more' cute ...

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Weekend & Monday 7:20 p.m. ... Live Irish music is my first ... Chinese


September 19

Yesterday I went to bed at 4 because I was writing.
9:20 am the alarm sounds.
I can get up with difficulty ... I put the coffee. After half an hour (no exaggeration) is ready ... sucks.
I'm late. Esco. I'm going to take Stephen ... not leave home ... maybe it's already out ... I go to the station. I missed the train.
I take this opportunity to take some pictures around Portrush ... It 's a surprisingly sunny day. I have about 40 minutes before the next train ... I go to the beach. E 'deserted, there just a happy family.
Arrival station is Stefania and them. It was further behind me.
on campus safety and / Healt presentation has already begun. A guy who seems to my brother (but with 140 pounds heavier ... and I'm not exaggerating) tells us that we need to register in the infirmary, will visit us and we will assign a personal physician. Then comes the turn of the police. A police sergeant in Coleraine tells us that we can not use drugs and that we should not go out alone at night. They are the only things that I can understand ... speaks with an accent ... it's incomprehensible ... often makes jokes ... and others in the class laugh .. I laugh in sympathy. After a chick tells us that if we have to settle problems or crises panic, "panic attack" they will help us. Ends the presentation. I just have to send two faxes in Italy and then I can go home and tidy up the room that looks more like a warehouse (I have not unpacked and there are two full ashtrays around, leaves many things on the bed .. computer is a casino). The chick at the International office babbles words fast ... I understand only on friday ... I will explain after the fax I can send them only on Friday.
We stopped for a boy.
"You're Italian," we asked. It's called .... Bhoooo? He is doing his PhD here and pay him well! It does not seem very practical here, but with a sandwich lunch with him and then leave it ... back to Portrush. I have a half
idea of \u200b\u200bgoing for a swim ... you can exit without jaket ... But first I have to write the mail and go to the library to send ... Meeting Vera (the Chinese girl) at home and tells me that the fifth room of the house was occupied by a Chinese friend of his ... I have not seen yet.
I write an email and play a little 'music.
the doorbell rings.
"Are you waiting for someone?" Chiado Vera. No answer. I'm going to open
ada. E 'Alba (the girl in English). Greets me and tells me in Italian (I can speak very well) I found an accommodation ... is here ... and indicates the next door. We are neighbors. I can come in, offer them something and asked me to go drink a beer at the pub and tells me that today the library is closed. I have never refused a beer? In Ireland? You can kill me if I will! We go out. We move from Stefania. Expect them to prepare a program looking style "David Letterman Show" where host is the daughter of Ozzy Osburn ... I think the BBC. We go out and I turn on the light cigarettes ... I have four. I find the fuel for Zippo and Golden Virginia to 50 grams costs only 11 pounds! fuck! As we reach the pub starts a nice discussion (all in Italian and a bit 'in English) with Alba on drugs ... she also tried the popper and the mushrooms ... but we have lost the sage!
Pub ....
Guinness ....
We are going to go away when the game begins Rugby Italy.
not go away anymore.
There is a strange guy with the jersey of Italy (Rugby). I think the closer you approach a pretty girl ...
"Sorry ... are you Italian? "
you work here and in Northern Ireland for 7 years. It gives us a bit 'of information we chat a bit'. The guy with the shirt of Italy (Italy and infogava tifava that every action) is the Australian husband. We intend to meet again in that pub and they go away ...
change the channel .. Seville's Arsenal ... The fish goes on ... my housemates arrive in France (Nicolas and Jereremì) ... I offer him a beer (not replacement). Alba goes away, but give us an appointment for tomorrow ... will offer an italian coffee with an italian little trick (coffee of the prisoner). Rest with the French ... Arsenal fans around the pub and follow with a lot of participation in the game .. It 's beautiful ... I begin to love this land .... Nicolas
and Jeremie I intend to play pool ... it's free. I watch them play for a bit 'then insist, and I'm in my first game of snooker of my life against Nicolas ...
Vinco.
arrives that offers us a sixty-like tamezzini and inherent because we continue to take ... I have not had dinner and then agree and say "Irish people are very polite .... Thankyou so much "... I keep this land to sea ...
matches continue ... Jeremi is better than Nicolas ... There comes a kind ... about thirty / thirty-five and put 10 pence in the pool ... I do not understand and Jeremie tells me that means you are booking the pool for the next game. There comes a sixty (who turns out to be the father of the guy above) and start to play ... You have (can not remember the names). By the kindness of the Irish, now discharged, they asked us where we came from and start to mess with us ... I am very good at playing.
Meanwhile, I continue to drink Guinness that costs only 2.60 pounds per pint and the fifth or sixth I feel compelled to ask the sixties (that play) "Can I make you a strange question? ... Do you feel British or Irish "... He says sure ... "I'm Irish!" And babbles some insult to the British do not understand ... I almost get emotional ... now it is certain: I LOVE THIS LAND ... all have their beer and politely refuse (the only one who has finished). The sixties continued to joke ... looks like a child ... laughs heartily when I tell them: "I love Guinness."
We decide to go ... is only 11:30 but I already had 7 or 8 pints on an empty stomach .... enough for today.
go back home and we talk a bit'.... then we go to bed.
Now, the fourth cigarette (the first set, I turned on the computer) I go to bed too ... it's five to one ...

PS: These notes should be only be aggregated to yesterday ... maybe I ran a little 'hands!

September 20

It is actually the 21 ... it's half past one.
I'll try to be brief.
I wake up and shower ... Alba plays ... I offer a coffee ... says it's good but that is nothing. I do not have time to dry my hair and go out with wet hair ... I'll take some of pneumonia between cigarettes and cold wet hair .. Me and Dawn wrong way ... we'll see the fish at the station ... (funny anecdote: I explained to Nicolas Iero Jarema and the history of fish and now they call stefania "fish" ... do not tell him to do so but you would not understand now ... I was asked: "Do you have to meet the taste of fish ?"... I laughed).
Campus. Talk to a representative of the Student Union ... You do not understand anything ... a teacher says, "slowly". Slows but does not change much ... Then a priest speaks
and other (it's too long to explain). Then come home and I make an appointment to Alba for three (we go to the library).
Lunch.
I lose weight if I'm not careful here, but also fattening ... I made a pasta with Madonna (with peppers, onions and tomatoes).
Library. Send mail update my blog (the post with a picture of Mao) ...
I get home and I can finally tidy up the room and unpack.
Meeting the French. They eat at 7 ... have given a whit two French girls.
play a bit 'a football manager and make me listen to some 'of French music ... only listen to techno and dance but I downloaded to your PC a bit 'of French rap and love songs ... maybe I need ... Ceno
with a mediocre rice with peppers (yellow) tomatoes and onions.
Alba arrives ... we have to go to the "Spring Hill pub" where there is live Irish music. We drink two or three beers (cans here are from 440 cl ... a pint), then we go out ... At sprin hill is really live music ... a flute, a harp (which sound wonderful!) and a guy who plays violin, a sort of a stringed instrument fisarmonoca and beatings that I have ever seen.
Oridno a Guinness (2.5 £) and are in paradise. There's also Adam (who is actually named Andy), I talk to him about music e. .. Surprise Surprise ... He likes alternative rock! He likes Placebo and Smashing Pumpkins! Meeting of irladesi (old) and we talk a bit 'and then continues to talk football with Andy (Bayern fans) and we intend to go see EIRE Vs Germany ("I'll support Germany" ... I tell him that Paraculo! ). Meeting
a Mexican boy and tell him I want to organize an international dinner ... I cook Italian, his mass, the Chinese of China, the Boche Kraut and the French ... better than kitchen ...
Then we go home ... I smoke two cigarettes in my bed while I write and I greet you that tomorrow I get up at 8 and take the 8:45 train ... and now they are already the 2.

Some corrections: Alba and 'English but CATALAN ... keeps us ...
The French girl is not very very very nice 'but the French Basque and Viking troubles not' but Basque troubles too ... Plus 'I conocsciuto also a pretty girl yankee (Nebraska ... the land of hurricanes!) That already' love 'cause me to question "come from a big city'?" hatto she's not ... concluding with ... "In Nebraska We have only just cows ..."

Today (21) I signed up, or rather I could not 'cause I had no photos and the car' out of service Monday Thin ... it '... I also had to make a translator the fish because it 's a complete moron and could not register online ...
"What I write here? "And I asked ... ..." shit! more .. I Said There 'wrote! "if you do not understand a word you ask me! Idiot! Basically I am writing you in 5 minutes in about half an hour working on a computer with impunity and creating a long queue."

Now I really ... Tomorrow I have to go to the Giants Cosway (search on google images and invidiatemi)
Thanks for all the comments above all to Karl ... I will talk about 'The wrath of Rumenigge WITH ... AMONG OTHERS I HAVE KNOWN A MEANS ULTRAS (sorry caps locks) of Werer Bremen! Hello scadendoi m is the connection ...

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lectures ....


September 18.

Or should I say 19 ... it's almost two ...
News of the day:
I met a lot of people ... the first was a guy named Adam (I think) who lives in my same building ... 8:35 AM .. straritardo are, I leave the house and he holds the door ... "Thankyou," I say. Then swear ... I forgot about the folder with all documents ... He notices that I have a cigarette on his lips and tells me "do you need a lighter?", "No thanks ... I forgot something upstairs ... "I can say ... The rincontrerò the station.
train trip with boiled fish and two of his roommates ... an unpronounceable name ... Italian ... would seem to half snob, but still do not know ... from Donegal and the other is named Tracy that maybe ...
on campus ... is HUGE, I can not immediately find the Iternational Office but the reception trenetacinquenne a burly-faced cop is friendly, gives us a map and explains how to get ... Start your presentation for international students ... Tell us a little 'Northern Ireland, the 2007 elections, the Shinn Fain ... I understand a good 60/65 percent ... Then force us to speak with those who still do not know .. leave us a little 'free .. My neighbor's bench, a low plump blonde, asks, "Were do you like from ?"... I am a bit 'confused, it seems they do not speak German but the Krauts so fast ... "Ohhh I like from Italy, for you?" .. "I come from ... Ehhhmm Washington ... United States ... Seattle "... Illunimano me your eyes ... "Ohhh I love Seattle! It's a great town .... I love your music ... grunge sound "She smiles and begins to talk about anything ... every now and then I have to slow down because it begins to speak with his accent and do not understand anything ... I can only say: "You can visit Jimi Hendrix's grave ... wonderful! "I want to say that I envy you but I can not ... Then they do a kind of teamwork ... and a girl next to us (me and the fish stew that intantanto moves his eyes from fish and babbles "from the itali ...") if we stay with them in the group ... is called Alba ... ok .. Next to her is a beautiful French girl with blue eyes named Marie (very, very, very nice) and a blonde Viking named Hanna or Anna or nonlosononmeloricordo that I think troubles ... We do the work and we chat a bit 'especially with Alba ... E 'English, he studied languages \u200b\u200band can speak good Italian .. you understand ... Used the opportunity to ask if he knows what "the chicken" (the name of a punk English) .. and she makes him write ... "Ah ... the chicken! is .... cock ".. then I explain why I know him and discover that knows a lot of punk bands, listen to punk, know the BB but not the CCCP ... daughters I made them listen to the latest ... and now I want to ...
Let's get out of the classroom before ... we have to pay the agency ... Alba is behind us, seeking accommodation in Portrush ... I usually work as a translator for the cold fish that he signed his contract without understanding a word ... I did not understand that only a portion reserved for religion but I ... ticked ... the box that said "no religion".
Alba then follows us at home, he asks if he can see our rooms and houses to see if the SHAC (the Agency) offers beautiful rooms ... buy some 'pasta and tuna ... eat. Then all
to the library of Portrush ... they gave me a sheet that says I have free internet acces ... let's try! I register at the library and I can use their computers (not mine). Use here a very effective and very social democrat: you can use your computer for an hour (time expired on the pc ... ... logout automaticamente) poi se non c'è nessuno che aspetta per un posto puoi riusarlo... Il pc ti avverte che manca mezz'ora al logout, 10 minuti e... 2 minuti (ho mandato una mail a prof Pirisi in quei 2 minuti).
Ore 6:00 P.M.. inizia a piovere... la mia prima pioggia irlandese... quasi mi commuovo...
Ho appuntamento sotto casa di Stefania alle 6 perché dobbiamo andare da “Tesco” (a cheap supermarket) a Colerain e Tracy ha la macchina...
Arriviamo da tesco..spendo una barca di soldi (43.50 £) e compro un sacco di cose compresi i “Chopped tomatoes tesco” per fare il ragù... Arrivo a casa e incontro la ragazza cinese... non è figa... ma non mi è sembrata così orribile (ma forse mi sbaglio)... we say that / Rumi Morici / was worse ....
come the two Frenchmen.
"Did You Already Had dinner?". I ask. "No we 'going to eat." I offer him a beer (I bought Guinness and Murphy) and, after learning that they were eating PASTA WITH MUSTARD AND KETCHUP, I volunteered to cook. We do not have a colander. They explained that without this they drained the pasta with the lid ... I shudder ... We decide to cook rice.
look at me like I was crazy when I say I want to use the oil to make rice (vaglielo to explain that I do a fried!). He reassured them by saying: "Do not worry ... I'm italian, I can cook" .. Assist curiosity to the strange ritual of fried of onions and tomatoes wustel ... a crying ... onions ... Tell them that there will be no need to drain the rice because Append the water little by little ... reassures them. We eat ... Avoids any comment when the rice seasoned with ketchup, but at least they put the cheese ... I eat while we talk about football (I think Adriano is a great player but I can not convince them that is) ... then flatter me by saying that the dinner was really good and I say (sincerely) ... "I can do better" and in fact is true because the rice lacked salt, there were few tomatoes ... perhaps with a little 'cream .... should be 'I'll ask my friend Vissani ...
We finish dinner, I intend to play poker but he did not do anything ... Around 11 go to sleep. I'm going to do it myself when it comes to China (can not remember his name but also use an English name: Vera). We begin to talk ... Chinese cigarettes makes me feel (you do not smoke but took them for a friend) ... are too strong for me ... are worse than sigarettine Kurdish. Speaking of food .... I promise you that the cook some Italian food and promises that she will do the same with Chinese food ... Try to teach me to use chopsticks ... is made of laughs ... We talk a lot of differences between Chinese and Italian ... I explained how the Chinese (they are crazy ... they deserve to conquer the world), I'll explain that Italian is much more difficult than in the morphology and syntax (of course I did not use these words), she writes things Cisnes and tells me how to write messages (it's amazing). She explains that her name means king / queen - beauty - Giono sunny ... perhaps can be translated as queen of nice sunny Giono .. or stuff like that (I used the term 100 times today). Let's talk numbers ... I write the numbers one through three in China and also the 7! I try to articulate them [r] but fails ... can only say "losa" or almatula ... I can also explain that in Italian there are three types of / n / other ... and he understood! Finally, I write the alphabet with the Italian pronunciation similar to English words such as / c / deer like (ch)-Eese or [i] s like (ee) ...
Almost no one believes me when I say that we have only 21 letters and a little 'I hate when I say that I have flown a total of 3 hours and spent £ 32.5 for the flight (she has traveled a total 22 hours - 17 Beijing-London and has spent £ 550 for that flight!).
After three hours of cheating are a bit 'stranco so now I go bed.
Hello.

I had to add an 'other day (yesterday that is' the 19) but me and 'successful casino (now I do not go well .... will explain a') The public tomorrow .. so 'and you'll know how' round my first night in a pub ... Hello.
PS: Please see the photo ... ahahahahah Paolo Meloni

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My first, brief Nortern days in Ireland ...



I write this post even if the jet will be published late. I'm in my new home in Ireland ... But first things first, or as
Lucarelli would say "let's put aside ..."
Click At 4:15 this morning ... fuck! The bus leaves at 5:30. Alghero: Boredom. I look at the points of departure for Rome, Milan and Frankfurt ... Just to keep me in training to ask a couple of Englishmen in a row in a tone that surprised even me, "Excuse me? Is the Ryanair check in here to London? "" Yes But it's not open, "answered the pretty British ... "Thankyou" I do "You're welcome" is her ... Go! first approach to overcome! Then comes my check in ... I approach all the pretty girl at the desk smug (sorry but I'm starting to think in English), I put my suitcase on the scale were convinced that weigh 22 kg ... But no. (Would always Lucarelli). It then weighs 25 ... 8.5 x 10 Euro = 85 Euro more ... fuck!
Okay 'check baggage all right ... laptop backpack ... perfect! Ryanair Flight ... you start to not understand half the things that mutters the captain ... distinguish clearly the buzz words "... to atterrammos Fonni. After a nice trip .... Loooooondraaaaa. STN. A quarter of an hour to figure out where you collect your luggage but then everything ok ... Let's check in front of Air Berlin ... auks I wonder ... you can do check in now? (It was one o'clock and the flight took off at 16:25) .. I came up with the smug do no less lovely maiden company's troubles and ask in a tone much less convinced of my gestures: "Excuse me? Can I ask an information please? She smiles and says "Sure." "It's possible to do the check in to Belfast now?". "Yes, of course" is the answer. Well, I think, and I put the suitcase on the scale .... 26 Kg! What the fuck! It should be 'the girl begins to scribble and type words on his computer Boche Kraut ... then he says something like: "iasyouwrekjedgiesintjjjssiiiidyedrs?" white and I can only stammer a "What? I do not understand. " She repeats, indicating the top handle of the suitcase to put the adhesive mimicking the luggage. So I say "Yes you can put this here" ... does not understand seems possessed .. rotates 360 degrees to the neck, drooling preliminary sentences in Latin ... When you need an exorcist is never found .... At the end of the case turns on its own and attaches the sticker in the side handle ... aaaaah now I understand! Then he looks at me and says, "you can just take hand-baggage only an" .. smile ... I become Calimero (also the voice that seems )..." Please, I'm going to study in Northern Ireland ... I need my laptop. " She just says ... "You can put it into the bag" ... Ok ... I had prepared for this. I pull out a bag (shoulder bag) loads of books I put the PC in the suitcase.
"Do you have any liquid inside?"
"No I do not."
"Elecctrical items"
"No."
"Weapons, guns chemical bombs ?.... Osama Bin Laden?"
"No. "
(this is more or less the speech that there was then).
I will not dwell on the fact that the guy who made us pay for the extra weight and I spoke for half an hour I realized the only excuse for the delay of the rest ... "There's not change ... I'm sorry ... (points to his watch) ... the time."
Lunch at Italian airport.
I feel a strong Milanese accent and I ask ... "sorry .. are you Italian? "
" Yes ".
answer "How do you eat here? Italian restaurant but it says you never know ... "
" It's not so bad ... a bit 'expensive perhaps ... "
" Thank you and good luck "
In the mood to take a Latin Caesar ... one of the worst sandwiches I've ever eaten ... plus pound cost ONLY 4:40!
Okay '... go to board which is better ... Gate 88 ... we are all one. Arrival
entry and a nice young lady like a crab in the balls says: "No trolley please"
Ok. abandon our shopping cart ... us closer together and said: "You can take just an only hand-baggage" ... fuck! Violated two or three principles of physics and can even bring your bag full of books in your suitcase ... if I weigh in hand luggage stop me directly (it weighs about 15 kg).
I pass the guy who checks the papers ... has a scale beside ... Bleaching ... I made the sign of ok. Step.
Arrival baggage check ... I take off all that may sound but I wonder if there is any electronic object within ... I do not feel that one has to lie to the face and confessed serial killer ... "There's a laptop ... mutters an "out out" dismantle everything and go. To put everything inside I played all my knowledge of quantum physics. We follow the signs
to the gate 88 when a firm c buddona who spoke English worse than me ... "Excuse me? do you speak spanish? "
And you ask me in English? It 's my first thought.
"No, I can not."
"Is this the right way to Santafè?"
That sucker has caught up to us ... poor thing ... I try to be good will and look at your boarding pass ... gate 50. Signs giving directions only from 1-49 and 81-88.
"I do not think so," I can say, "maybe in the other side ... try to ask someone "
" Thankyou ... Bye "
" Bye "I answer ... is the best I can do ... I wonder if there is then arrived in Santafe ...
arrive two hours before boarding ... there is still boarding easyjet!
wait .... wait ... I drink a cup of tea 'Twinings that sucks ... wait .... Part
the flight ... wow what a view!
arrive in Belfast and no one asks for documents (strange no?). Let's take a ride to the airport looking for Adrian, our taxi driver, but you approach a girl and us: "Are you italian"
"Yes"
"Do you have any problems? You're fine? "
" Thankyou Oh yes ... we're waiting for a taxi "
" Ok ... bye bye "
I still do not understand why we want to help ... Then another buddona
approaches with a University of additio folder and asks us if we Erasmus students and if we go to Coleraine ... I explain (I) we are waiting for a taxi that we booked and when we asked how much it cost and whether the university will reimburse Adrian approaches, the taxi driver.
Us and let's start ... Adrian is friendly, speaks so simple that I can understand (or so it seemed) and informs me that we are not alone, that he brought two students from London just yesterday ... Start one of the most absurd scenes of my life ... I start to chat (in English) and understand what I say! And he understands what I say! It makes me compliments for my English! It must just be crazy! We speak (Us) all the way and I can only make one faux pas: I say "I hope to learn Inglese ... No. I hope to learn Irish. " He says dry
: "In Northern Ireland we do not speak Irish ... We're British! "I caught a taxi driver
orange.
For the rest of the way he tells me that if I see a cop have to hide the cigarette because you can not smoke inside a taxi! But on the other hand tells me that it is legal to have a machine that warns of speed cameras .... says with an emphatic "It's crazy!". I agree.
Arrive in Portrush, I settle and discover with horror that my home is considered a public place (because I did not rent a private But an agency) and then through the house there are signs "NO SMOKING" ... I ask the now publicly known and Susan tells me that I can smoke only in my room with the door closed and that if I have to stop the alarm and open the "Clean the Air" was the term ..
After dinner in an expensive wine bar I went home and came back just as I was writing (and I know) my roommates French ... I have now conquered by telling them: "Do not worry ... I hate Materazzi Much More Than You. "
And after telling me that I could take what they wanted from the fridge and making sure if I had had dinner I was asked: "Have you seen the Chinese girl who lives here?" And so it was discovered to have a Chinese roommate is cool ... Maybe ... me maybe I can ... Nope you know they are a doormat ... but that's another story (say Lucarelli). Throughout this long post you may have noticed that I used a plural, but in relationships with foreigners and I always talked about just me. In fact, the girl who started with me have the knowledge of a roasted fish, the face of a roasted fish, roasted fish of sympathy ... will be an event that took roasted salmon for dinner? He has always refused to ask for information, saying "you go ... I do not know what to say ... "And because I know what I mean? It 'just what the best part!
The only relationship he had with foreign was "Yes, no, sorry and thankyou ... Then he looked at me bewildered ... I have had to translate everything they said the hostess, explaining the ingredients of the sandwiches .. everything! A total moron ... as if I knew much more then ... When I obliged to go and ask the men if Air Berlin boarding was open was simply to show your boarding pass with his face boiled fish shit ... I hate her already ... And tomorrow I have to go well at the university with her! And because of him I refused the invitation of the French (Breton) that you are very kind offer to come with me right ... bitch ... But then what can you expect from a ruling that Ulster [Δlstæ:] (is something like the phonetic spelling) ... I was saying ... Ulster pronunciation as [Ulster] (just as it reads!) and Irish [airisc] as [Iris] (no comment).
Okay 'is now midnight and I have to sleep ... this was more or less short (ahahahaha) my first day Erasmus ...
Hello.


PS: Read the comments of the old post ... I commented on that too ...
In the picture: I check in front of Air Berlin.

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bye bye and raised a glass .... Susan Crooks


Sooner or later I would have done it? Sooner or later I should update this blog ... so better remove the tooth right away ...
On this summer there is little to say and much, much, much to swear ... and I say no more.
According to all my friends I am slowly turning into a doormat .... well ... Fuck you ... and I say no more.
All readers of this blog have got to see me so I do not need to tell my summer (that would be pretty boring anyway).
Tomorrow I leave. I do not know what to say. I can only just think that tomorrow I will speak in another language, another country and is unlikely I will understand a word of what I say Adrian, my taxi driver in Belfast, or cited in Susan Crooks when I'll give the money of the lease, or three Frenchmen who will live with me.
be honest ... I do not miss it for anything ... maybe just a bit '... I really miss those already knows ... and I miss so much (yeah I know ... I'm a doormat). And the more I miss my guitars ... and then.
I have everything in place ... apart from the brain ... but what you already know ... I
flight, taxi, home are in place, I just have to go ...
Tomorrow may open a crossroads in my life, or it may be the usual failure ... but for once I can not see it totally black ... say a park, view the land where I'm going ... make dark green ...
A post soon my address and contacts that they should send strictly myrtle and montenegro ...
I wanted to write some kind of farewell full of pathos and alliterazioni, but tasteless meatloaf is the only thing that I am ... take it as it is.
I hope to write a little something in English in day ...
Well, now I'm going ... And the next post will come from green and piovosissimo Ulster.
Hello everyone and thanks to everyone for their support and good wishes.

PS: In the picture: one of my recent self-timer.