Just before brutally suppress my previous Blog, I was telling of my adventures in Paris, and I came here ...
PREAMBLE
Recently I came across often in ports of various kind : doors by open, doors by cross , doors by close and yes, even from beat in around of few moments . A dd that in this last case I always the my reasons. probably who , for this, I deny, should groped of look a tad more in the of jamb and understand that over to a behavior sudden blame , there are of reasons well outlined and not negligible .
in the previous episode
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Both for remain in theme of doors ... yesterday that of house is open " by only " with so of squeak in style The Others , or should I say Les Autres (???) However, with my great disappointment the night last I have not seen appear no ghost. And I that already imagined of to write the sequel of The Chanterville Ghost, and ssendo that today enjoy of a vein rather humorous , while crunch pop corn semi-charred and insipid, to completion of a great lunch based of pudding .
How , instead , to draft from the door open not been , as thought , guilty of a torticollis crazy that I forces to remain turn constantly to left , increasing so ego male of those that you believe observed with insistence and confirm it with so of smile to Casanova .
After careful analysis I identified the accused mes amis!
The cushion French !
Square and forced in a pillowcase rectangular has inevitably shown the his disappointment flattening to mo ' of slices , reaching a consistency equal to zero . Needless to say that is been the my neck to modeled to cushion in protest, and not vice versa !
Done this , that me push to cross Boulevard for buy of new .
For as about the shape ... you say that are rectangular , the inconvenience is that in a pillowcase Italian there are two! Shortly evil is save of cloth and you satisfied .
So I have returned home, with so much of pillows in hand, watching (forzatamente!) on left , of lords fervent due to a game of bowls played the edge of the Boulevard.
Shortly ago I tried of steal by a tg local what is going to Rom and especially what is combining Sarkozy .
The French will a language Latin and easy, that of many ( that then I see try ) fact is that I have not managed to steal just a beautiful nothing between all that turnbinio of "R" and "o la la la ...
will arrange otherwise !
IN MORE 'LATEST EPISODE
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I then understood what it is combining the local Premier Sarkozy They search online and buy a newspaper from which to hear read aloud, I swear, it was a performance of a few! Poor flurry of "r" and no "or la la la", but a more worthy "pu ** ana bitch!" Because when there vo 'ce vo'!
Basically, as I think you know, the Roma were handed a check and an airline ticket, and then very carefully packed and shipped in their "Weights of origin". A maneuver uncivilized and preposterous!
For once, Italian politicians, not least, avoided waste (mind you that the irony is so sharp that the blade could come off the screen!) not pouring any check, nor will tickets.
For once, Italian politicians, not least, avoided waste (mind you that the irony is so sharp that the blade could come off the screen!) not pouring any check, nor will tickets.
In any event after the event last Saturday, all is silent. Or so it seems.
Speaking d 'more ...
Last Friday, after studying, I came an attack of claustrophobia by 4 walls .
"Heck, I am in Paris and I'm moldy in the house! Excellent! "
So I gave birth to the decision to quit.
Really, it was a party! Due to the climate here is already pretty sharp, considering those are my endurance of cool!
Anyway ... wanted to dress zero.
I confess that I thought going out in pajamas, so here you do not calculate any! You can also go out in his underwear, with rolls and much of the retina in the head. I admit that I do not mind being a little annoyed by people who will team up and down. It seems almost a invasion of privacy, what the hell!
But no, I'm out in my pajamas! I made the effort to put jeans and a shirt, jacket and scarf to follow and go!
Last Friday, after studying, I came an attack of claustrophobia by 4 walls .
"Heck, I am in Paris and I'm moldy in the house! Excellent! "
So I gave birth to the decision to quit.
Really, it was a party! Due to the climate here is already pretty sharp, considering those are my endurance of cool!
Anyway ... wanted to dress zero.
I confess that I thought going out in pajamas, so here you do not calculate any! You can also go out in his underwear, with rolls and much of the retina in the head. I admit that I do not mind being a little annoyed by people who will team up and down. It seems almost a invasion of privacy, what the hell!
But no, I'm out in my pajamas! I made the effort to put jeans and a shirt, jacket and scarf to follow and go!
jacket and scarf in tow, as all those who go to the grocery store, as Carrefour in Paris is well known by most, but if you escape the memories, lives a tribe full of penguins, so it is maintained year-round (including leap years) temperature - 10 ° C.
While it remains for 3 minutes hallucinating because of the price of strawberries (5 Euro per vaschettina) an old woman hit me with his straddle ultracarico, and attack a speech of apology for a period of sermon, of course in the 'language of the place ...
Result: I did not understand half a word, but the old lady was happy. So it's okay.
finally arrive at the counter, in a state of hypothermia. While I try to understand how much the bill (the pronunciation of the numbers I am equal to a astronomical theory!) a guy, complete with a bottle of Coca Cola slipped under his jacket, falls behind me babbling do not know what me and the cashier who laughs and dismisses it. All the while I look and I keep repeating "I do not understand !"... "I do not understand !"... "I do not understand!" ...
Maybe he wanted to give you the drink? Will remain a mystery.
Walking down the street with the two envelopes-rock, with no little effort, at some point I see a guy with his son to follow (11 / 12 years) walk in front of me. So far so normal, having a lively street ... Except that all of a sudden the baby (?) pulls down his pants and quietly carries out his physiological needs ( in the street!) O___o
will be normal ???!!! Question, of course, rhetoric!
This time are 10 minutes Altered side in the form of a question mark on the forehead and droplet style Manga.
Finally, at the door of the building that a tenant meeting gentilemnte offers to help with the shopping bags. I think he cursed his kindness strategic instant in which they were raised and to find that I lived at 4 ^ floor (no elevator) , spiral staircases, narrow steps, slippery with every fraction of a fall risk second!
"Très gentil! Au revoir!"
"Du rien! Bonne soir!" ... I suppose that was tantamount to a "Putanne Merde!" ( the maximum vulgar French) , considering the evolution of color in his face: pale blue, purple, bluish.
next time mes amis!
While it remains for 3 minutes hallucinating because of the price of strawberries (5 Euro per vaschettina) an old woman hit me with his straddle ultracarico, and attack a speech of apology for a period of sermon, of course in the 'language of the place ...
Result: I did not understand half a word, but the old lady was happy. So it's okay.
finally arrive at the counter, in a state of hypothermia. While I try to understand how much the bill (the pronunciation of the numbers I am equal to a astronomical theory!) a guy, complete with a bottle of Coca Cola slipped under his jacket, falls behind me babbling do not know what me and the cashier who laughs and dismisses it. All the while I look and I keep repeating "I do not understand !"... "I do not understand !"... "I do not understand!" ...
Maybe he wanted to give you the drink? Will remain a mystery.
Walking down the street with the two envelopes-rock, with no little effort, at some point I see a guy with his son to follow (11 / 12 years) walk in front of me. So far so normal, having a lively street ... Except that all of a sudden the baby (?) pulls down his pants and quietly carries out his physiological needs ( in the street!) O___o
will be normal ???!!! Question, of course, rhetoric!
This time are 10 minutes Altered side in the form of a question mark on the forehead and droplet style Manga.
Finally, at the door of the building that a tenant meeting gentilemnte offers to help with the shopping bags. I think he cursed his kindness strategic instant in which they were raised and to find that I lived at 4 ^ floor (no elevator) , spiral staircases, narrow steps, slippery with every fraction of a fall risk second!
"Très gentil! Au revoir!"
"Du rien! Bonne soir!" ... I suppose that was tantamount to a "Putanne Merde!" ( the maximum vulgar French) , considering the evolution of color in his face: pale blue, purple, bluish.
next time mes amis!
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