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miei cari, I am sort of drunk and at my grandma's house. So, what happened in these 2 days? I have bought a lot of books, a lot of skirts, I came here yesterday and now I am sort of drunk ( as already mentioned). SO everything OK. Apart from my parents having a crappy computer with a good connection and my aunt having a good computer with a crappy connection. So bear with me another week until I come back home to my sort of nice computer with a ssort of nice connection and then I can tell you all. Now I sort myself out and try to drive to my house. ciaociao

kids, so noone of you wants to come see radiohead? Well, I won't have internet connection anyway, so who cares

music weekend

miei cari, as said yesterday in the other post, this is going to be a musical weekend (ab out time). So yesterday night we went to this HR3 nacht thing, where basically this German radio (called HR3, surprise) organized a full blown series of concerts everywhere in town. So first we went to see Zascha Moktan, who is this girl with very nice voice, very big tits and pretty shitty music. If she finds someone to write music for her and to teach her how to be a bit more bitchy on stage she could become famous (not that I would go see her again even she does, but it would be beneficial to her bank account). Then we went to see first a guy called Clueso, who had nice music and a very nice t-shirt. Apparently the guy is sort of famous, since people were actually singing his songs. And then this girl, Maria Mena, with very nice voice and a famous song (I didn't know that it was her). Probably she had a couple Jaegermeister too many before the concert, but she could still stand and sing and entertain the public.
And now I am getting ready to go see the Cure! (Yes, they are still alive).
And yesterday I bought a pair of extremely pink sneakers, and the guy in the shop is probably the most handsome guy I have ever seen in Frankfurt - OK, perhaps a little too many tattoos but you can't be perfect.

and life goes on

miei cari, eventually I am at home, alone, having my 4th coffe of the morning and writing here. So what happened in the last week? Well, as you might have noticed, last weekend I went to Greece with the girls (Maria, Ana, Blanca, Betty, Eli). I have learnt some spanish, meaning now I know a lot of swear words. Very good. Then on Tuesday my dad and my aunt (my mum's sister) came to visit me. I need to say that the first 2 days were sort of hard, especially because my aunt is sort of high-maintenance. And, on top, she snores really badly all night. That said, the last couple of days have been better, we had some nice talks (just needed enough "fuel", i.e. 3 bottles of wine each night) so everything went fine. Then yesterday night we met with another uncle who was passing by Frankfurt on its way back home to Boston. I have never really liked the guy, however yesterday night we went for dinner and I was pleasantly surprised, for once in my life, because the guy seems to be more mature than in the last 20 years. So, as they say, there is light at the end of the tunnel. Only bad thing is that this morning he called us at 7 because he thought he had lost his credit cards. So for 2 hours we were running around, calling police, calling the restaurant, checking every single cm2 of my car to try and find the bloody credit cards. Then he calls us back to tell us that he ahd actually found them in the hotel where he was staying. No comment.
So what happens now? First, I assume I will go back to bed, then have a shower, then go out, then take Jackko to the airport and then out for the night, apparently there is a concert night or something like that. And tomorrow I go to the Cure's concert:-) So, all in all, everything is OK. And I think I will get blond again, this brown color is a bit boring...

sto tizio e' un coglione

Intervista di Daria Bignardi a Giuliano Ferrara. Allucinante.

guacala

miei cari, I am in the hostel in Athens. We have just said good bye to Eli who is flying back today still. I have a red nose and a shitty red neck following my tshirt line. So far the girls weekend in Greece has been really good. One negative point is that we figured out that greek men are not exactly handsome. Well, that simply leaves more time for gossiping. Now I assume we are going out again, the weather is fantastic. The food is also extremely good. (the girl next to me is typing likre crazy)
ciaociao

living abroad: the proof

miei cari, yesterday night we went to Carlo and Mariella's place to watch the final of the Festival di Sanremo. You might wonder (especially if you are not Italian): what the hell is the Festival di Sanremo? Well, it is supposed to be this song competition where the "best" Italian singers/authors go and perform. Sometimes there are very good songs; most of the time, though, the songs are painfully shitty. In general, the chances that you can find a good tune are around 15%; so the question arises: why the hell do you watch it? And here comes the sad truth: if we (meaning myself and the other Italians that were there in front of the tv yesterday night) were still living in Italy, most likely we would rather prefer to be raped in the ass by Rocco Siffredi tripping on acid than watch the festival. However, when you live abroad you seem to develop a sort of nostalgia for all sort of crap that comes from your home country, like the Festival di Sanremo, Porta a Porta (a shitty TV program) and so on. Well, anyway, the winner was a completely shitty duet; second place was a girl that is around 20 years old and looks like my grandma. Third place I don't even remember. There were a couple of good songs that obviously didn't even make it in the first 5. And the highlight of the whole Festival was Elio e Le Storie Tese: they are great musicians and completely idiot. During the final they went on stage dressed like people from the 18th C and sang a piece from the Barbiere di Siviglia. Fantastic. And they made a great show in the days before making fun of all the shitty songs (and singers) of the Festival. Simply great (Tatangelo; Tiromancino; Meneguzzi; Tricarico).
That said, last week was pretty good. As you know I was in Paris last weekend. It was very nice, we went around, had food from Benin cooked by a friend of OStè, went around in the sun around the National Library and overall enjoyed a lot. The only that I really did not like is the trip in the train. Last time I took the train I was in Italy: you get in and after 15 minutes you know all the people sitting near you; after 2 hours you are good friends; after 4 hours you start sharing all sort of advice and crap. This time I get on the train in Frankfurt, find my place and say hello, as simple hello, to the lady sitting close to me and she looked at me as if I was Jack the Reaper. And then, since people hardly breathe not to disturb the neighbour, I started listining to music and I was just moving my head along the songs and I noticed that people started staring at me really badly. After that I mummified myself in my seat. In simple words: that was booooooooooooooooring.
Then on Tuesday we went to watch a Espanish movie, Tapas, which was pretty nice; only bad thing is that I cried like a veal. I am becoming a sissy.
And I really start to believe that I am an idiot. Enough said. Update: I am at Jack and Jasmina's place and they confirm that I am an idiot. Porca di quella puttana stratroia.