Trieste 06.14.2003 I hate the heat, internet, the notes of the evening, people who read them just to see if it has been mentioned, when the strawberries are acidic, the bad and long trips guinness tapped targati FS. And so I find myself after 650km of train number 14 (number 2 thank you again for the days of good output conceded) to the station in Trieste. The welcoming committee is of great opportunities strangely lacking only the mayor of Italian modernism (William). After exchanging mutual compliments we are escorted to the departure of the scooter run, finally Maironi here know that because of my deafness devastating understand called Lord Byron (But Amplifon is cool? I know that soon I'll have to buy one, maybe chrome). Delighted by the now famous imitation of the Mayor, the arrival of Skarpie and a temperature 40 ° we decide to leave. The trip winds through beautiful asses of girls who go to the beach, climb steep, green hills lapped by the signs in two languages. On the way Fuzzy lingers in the dense vegetation to explain a fuzzy thoughts to Denise girl known by most for his excellent pie. His official explanation attributes the blame to a puncture, but we soon after Council decides to apply the code to the letter and to punish him with 15 lashes for having delayed the time of spritz (sull'aperitivo the rules here are very hard). Drink and eat in joy, until the Mayor overcome by fumes in the water decides to cross, what triggers the general hilarity present but when he begins to recite passages of the Gospel to the contrary and spurt of vomit "red with purple flashes" ran back to the media by leaving it in the hands of a priest and his exorcisms.
After an experience like that is needed is a good shower, the problem is that this thought is shared by 13 people Guests of the Lama, the house for a bit 'seems to remain intact, then gives the first hints of Stuttering: in the Palma attempt to better monitor (aired a documentary on the oral reproduction) it off, the kitchen is dropped off the guitar and a key to the closet and finds the Vicenza (Francesca) greedily sucking the cat's head brutally separated from the body. In short, "disconnect" seems to be a categorical imperative. With self control
Angela we finally reach the room. I remember the speech of the evening calm and never cried because of the mentality Skarpie Marietta, beautiful music, Pordenone crew, and all the girls who finished the competition Miss Wet T-shirt came to celebrate with us. As a good attorney also allows the protected my porn actor LucaJ to let a bit 'go, but when I remind him of the commitments that were waiting on the English I am pleased to recognize his professionalism, skilled artist also knows when you need to save.
exhausted and with her legs apart to finish stay in the annexe of the house of the lama. With me are Isidora Professor, Lord Byron and Vicenza that brute force of lightning takes possession of the one double bed. In a mattress in the other three squares are positioned in a while I autoghettizzo kitchenette. In anticipation of the chat / final lesson I get invited into the main room, as a diligent student takes a stand in my place. In theory, the professor should give us the lesson of sex education, but once you drag from his speeches, here's how it went: first hour, "The political situation in America", 2 and 3 hours' place on the geopolitical imbalances between the two wars, "four hours" History of the dialects Italian "and finally 5 hours music and punk Ramones, meeting or confrontation?" Fortunately I am not questioning but to make more when I take a memory with a speech guessed that the part of Indiana Jones was first offered to Tom Selleck and only after his refusal to Harrison Ford.
I could still tell a thousand things but do not remember having more desire to write that number 14 with 36 ° sleeps through the night with the robe and a blanket, and Isidora that the train attack button with a super-fairy-critic ' infraditato-art-linen suit on two years with us next to talk about fighting the stadium, getting drunk and incivility.
No. 69, courtesy of number 2
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