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Boundaries of the night ...

Just back from a night out with friends, I just can not sleep. It 's weird when you live in two. The rhythms of life are well marked by regular stages, and the fact that there is someone to share with you is reassuring.

This evening I am alone.

The room is quiet, the kitchen light goes dim and the stereo The Sun & The Rainfall Depeche out a car that goes fast, goes away and I like to experiment until I can hear her rustle away to unknown places ... is the night ... and I like this place a border.

K. has just arrived in Tokyo. What she is doing? The sounds, smells of our city have already attacked? I imagine taking the metro and head toward the hotel, in a morning light with bags under his eyes and the weariness of a long journey. I envy him a little ', which is why I can not sleep tonight. I would be there, breathing that air, to get back into play again, to feel at home again.

E 'on the night of nostalgia for what I experienced, but also hope the euphoria of everything that I have yet to see and experience.

Oyasumi, Kei-chan, come back soon to tell.

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country that has more bells ....

Rome is always beautiful in any season. It 'a city where you can breathe life, pure life. I do not know how to explain better than that. Saturday and Sunday I and K. we went to visit friends who live there Saturday and if we suffered a flood (the shoes that were ciaf ciaf in puddles, to understand each other) on Sunday, we woke up a ray of sunshine ... the real one, not seen for days days ... and we rushed out and we had a beautiful walk through the streets of the Jewish ghetto, as having two native guides, Silas and Barbara, who made us discover the many hidden corners and for this very precious .... Here are just a few glimpses.

What fun to wander aimlessly through the lanes, with the sun warms you, the spring breeze that caresses you while you stop to photograph a cat that rubs you the legs you ....

Then we stopped in a bakery that is in the ancient Jewish ghetto, where they sold the peanuts (in Roman parlance is called the pumpkin seeds) and a dessert called "pizza Jewish "made of candied fruit, raisins, pistachios and almonds ... all the crisp ... delicious!

While we talked between us every now and then heard the roar of the fans come from every bar in the neighborhood and "NOOOOooooo!" we felt a bit 'more relieved ... if Rome had won the game (and the Inter lost) the yellow-red team would win the championship and we would not be able to leave to return to Florence in the evening!

Then a stop at the Feltrinelli Largo Argentina where I bought the book of bloggers Wonderland ( http://www.machedavvero.blogspot.com/ ) that I recommend to all those who wish to discover the experience of motherhood through a ironic and intelligent girl. I enjoy buying books wherever I go (I always write on the front page date and place of purchase) is as if I take a while 'atmosphere of the place visited by the book, as the wind that then I can "sniff" every time you flip through the pages ....

... sure you practice a bit 'risky at times. In fact, she got home that night I started reading the book I just bought and continued until late at night (when you know you can not stop reading?) But come to find that page 72 page 73 but the following is not. .. the 96th!! Well ... I miss several pages to a layout error and I was on the phone with Feltrinelli in Rome to this day to be able to replace me with another book here at the Feltrinelli some of Florence .... that bad luck, eh?

Thanks to my Roman friends and my cousins \u200b\u200bfor letting us company, was a beautiful weekend!

How nice then just come for the birthday of my friend Henry, who joins the club of thirty-one! The cake was sweet strawberries and cream ....

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Markets, chance encounters and knees broken ... but it could be worse ...

Scandicci The marketplace was a success! The weather has held up (someone up there loves us) and our platform has earned the beauty of 408 € by selling junk, I would like to specify! All together we have reached an amount of € 40,000, which will be donated to purchase medical equipment for the hospital Torregalli. It 'been a tour-de-force but it was absolutely worth the effort, if only for the cooperation there was between us brothers ... we just have fun! In addition, I found a lot of junk for me: a cell phone holder very nice blue cloth, small glasses of brandy for the Chinese, an updated map of the South of France (I go there in July!) And a score of manga (especially Maison Ikkoku) ... all well paid € 4!

After a Sunday without the rest Awakening was shocking: Part of the 8 station police headquarters to pick new passport and then hospital S. Maria Nuova to retreat to the MRI report ginocchino sick (I fell in January and skied and I have a knee shabby to say the least ..), but just half way, when I was stopped at a traffic light, the motor dies! Damn! In the middle of the crowded city center of Florence in a frenzy Monday, I leave half the edge of the driveway and I realize that I stayed in front of the local police station of Florence (among others known for their disruptive sympathy). In a nanosecond I realize that my phone is off that battery. I ran to the front of tobacco, have a but no calling card (those who buy more? Only desperate people like me ...). Increasingly distressed, I realize that I have authority to ask for help. The emblem of the vigilance of the door that's where my peers. I try to be brave and within.

"Excuse me, I stopped the scooter right here in front eeee ... I do not know what to do ... a mechanic around here?" In addition I would need to make a call. .. it is urgent and the cabin can not be used ... "

The traffic warden is not very talkative and understanding and merely mumble:

"Oh, but here it can not just leave the scooter, eh!"

At that someone who continues to love me up there to intercede for me. From behind the nice policewoman Angela check (in name and in fact!)'s Friend during hydrobike!

"Saraaaaa icchè TTU ... or are you doing here?"

"I crashed the vehicle e. .. I have no phone, I downloaded it ... they are desperate, look! "

To which she:

" But come up to me, so use my phone. "

So Angela, employed by the accounting department of the Municipal Police, save me: I can call the office to alert the boss and I also recommend a friend mechanical to 500 meters!

thank, greet, put on the handlebars and start to drag the 350 kg of my Honda Dylan 150 cc (prick, but how much does it weigh? want my F10!) to mechanical insults between cyclists and cars whizzing me everywhere ... in a bath sweat, no half a lung I download the jalopy with a promise to move the car body to recover in the afternoon.

I expect about 10 km to go on foot to the commission that I had expected! Shoulder and knee in childbirth ... I arrived at the police station early enough (40 minutes from ... could have been worse ... ahem) and walking at a fast pace get to the hospital where I have to wait (maledizione!!). At the end of the withdrawal and report on the way back to the station, right in front of the cathedral I am calling.

This is my doctor, who is on leave and quiet walks with his wife. Needless to say that someone up there had also provided for this meeting and has probably meant that we pass, I am sad with a report by the arm, he sad a doctor without patients.

short, he seems to have two possibilities: 1) operate at the Cross, which is partially damaged (final solution, but it means stay put at least 6 months) 2) Begin a good physical therapy to strengthen the muscle tone.

Option 1? No way ... I guess I will not even physical therapy ... certainly is sad to think that just 31 years can not run, ski ... do a little sports' most demanding requirements of the exercise bike in the water ... but physiotherapy, really work?

in doubt, I think all things could be worse .... it could rain (as it is doing at least a month here in Tuscany!)

" Someone lassuuuù .... could not intercede for you to be "May", with the sun, the teporino, the breeze at the end of Spring and amenities like? "

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The Market of Children at Scandicci (FI)

Sunday, May 9, 2010 from dawn to dusk in Scandicci (FI) will be held Market Boys, event organized by the city tells of funds for charitable purposes. This year I will do the aide of my sister, who is 13 years and that, as a representative of the schools of Scandicci, participate fully title at the event.
In fact I enjoy it too ... it is a market that is made with the various things that we are able to "pick up" the house, or knocking the young houses and shops in search of free material to sell. The atmosphere of preparation is exciting ... we will see the old abat jour grandmother? Or the pair of spectacles mother's vintage? What about the strap of her aunt sixties? And besides, it's time to get rid of old "Mickey " or Corriere dei Piccoli "... day of the market ... anyway the atmosphere is electric: the first light of day, hundreds of kids and their parents throw themselves in hectic trading, chants from one another to market private advertisements with the megaphone and everything becomes an excuse to friendship with that, have a laugh with the other one, or leave temporarily to another bank to launch in the shopping spree .... each coast are often below the euro!

Well, I hope to be able to convey the message ... Benvenga these initiatives, which have a noble purpose and who can join, just for one day, parents and children, brothers and classmates, aunts and nephews .. . based on solidarity.

If you are of my shares, I'll wait at the bar No 98!

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二日酔い Futsuka Yoi * * Start my blog

"Today starts a blog. My blog."

were days that I repeated to myself, without deciding. After all, the temptation has always been strong for years now "attend" blogs of other people for various reasons: to document travel, recipes, book reviews and film etc. .. Discover a remarkable blog is like reading a good book or watch a good movie: the story takes you, you go in the narrative, you identify with a character, travels with his mind. It 's always loved what I do during my free time: strange the here and now "and wander, dreaming of being elsewhere, speaking other languages, hear me in another skin ...

But today is my skin, with his consistency, his scars, his skin like the surface of the moon ... the hidden one, though.

will tell of my life, so fickle, mind you, but I will, I will try to discover what lies behind the dark side of me, that is my hidden desires, my aspirations, my fears and obsessions. All this through the experiences of daily life, trivial and uninteresting even to most people, but anyway .... I am writing to discover what lies behind the complex as well as my twisted personality (if we ever succeed!) And to share interests and experiences with those who want to read it, in a sense giving my contribution to the net ... giving back to others, including unknown, when you read what I wrote will draw inspiration, either for a recipe, do you want for a travel itinerary, or just a simple condition.

After this preamble, I would like to introduce myself. I'm Sara, I am 31 years old and live in Florence. My life is very quiet. My days follow one another quickly between office (they are used in an international shipping company) the pool (the water: my element) and my attic, which I share with a Japanese husband named K. (The other half of my universe) and a fur ball named Musa, tabby cat for 3 years. The setting and characters are these ... the plot winds past little by little, you just a little 'patience.


As I write, "A Letter to Elise" The Cure spreads silently in the room, the rain stopped. The moisture comes in through the open window, I have goose bumps but I like the feeling. K. Musa and were asleep on the couch, I'm so tired! Musa spends his day sleeping (so is not new) but K. May Day is a survivor of debauchery (二日酔い "futsuka yoi" for those who do not chew the Japanese is called the hangover) and is stunned to say the least ... how do you drink enough to feel bad, when perilous you have 32 years? It 's still difficult to understand for me that I remember back to my hangover the last 22 years!

For the uninitiated, the Japanese company is closely linked to STRAbevute in the company and it's a difficult culture to die. For example, Japanese employees off on Friday nights often find themselves together all'izakaya (it's like a Japanese inn, I see an example in the linked photo, dates back to 2003, me and two friends with K. Osaka) and unload all the stress of the week by drinking excessive amounts of alcohol (beer and sake more than anything else) just as liberating, accompanying all the songs from a pub (of course) and dirty jokes. Now, everything in Italy has no reason to exist. We know that the average Italian is very good at being slipped on the stress, just slyly dodging obstacles. But the Japanese do not know what it means around an obstacle. No, they just do not know. And I want you to feel the smell that lingers in the last train on Friday evening in Tokyo.

Now, all this is to say that my beloved K. remained bound to the culture of "drink-till-a-burst-why-is-party-and-I-I-free" but I'm struggling with this stupid social norm. I can understand it to my husband? I am very confident!


Meanwhile the CD player passes "Love Song" by The Cure and the rain started again. I'm going to tickle on my sponge.