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.
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