Amber. In 2000, I get the bright idea to move to Cruccolandia.
When you're a young Italian
your dream is to send a
fuck your filthy nation, Hooch and corrupt and where everything seems to go
beautiful, clean, easy.
When I hear young men who dream of America `s England, Sweden guffaw
deep in my heart because I know that dreaming is a big dick.
If you go to a place as a tourist everything is cool, thanks to the cock!
Barcelona, \u200b\u200blights, sounds, colors, people in the party ... you are a tourist and it all seems
scary ... but try this to go on living but also to work and you will realize that gnaws at your ass all there too and too bad, nothing is stained or tapas, the Life is tough for everyone in Europe.
short, I was young, foolish and I wanted so much to study in a city where not bleed with his tuition fees, where I had to buy a 500-page tome at a price of € 1 per page,
where I practiced with the knowledge to memory only the lyrics.
And then in a fit of madness I decided to go as a tourist to inform
university and within 6 months I was enrolled in Berlin ... all of my knowledge that
were not as enthusiastic, let's face it.
What about ... I found it by now the city for me, then at that time I was a proud member of the gothic scene and Berlin represented a sort of pilgrimage site for anyone who appreciates the sub-culture. I was just a
coglionazza.
I had got the idea to shoot undisturbed with piercing, hair
absurd and impractical and make me look my cocks.
Ahhhh how wrong I was! I just moved
slammed face with reality.
The Krauts are just like the Italians, if not slightly worse.
is formal, are touchy, are deadly serious.
The university environment is the same as the Italian one, only slightly more
organized, which made the study still enjoyable (at least). As I said
therefore, unaware of the difficulties of living abroad, during one of my stays fascinated tourist, I decided to stop and listen to the advice of the wise old men. On the other hand
to 20 years are a little bit of teak, is well known.
So here what I say to children: beware that not all that glitters is gold!
listen to my pearls of wisdom and fatvi not fooled by the climate of the holidays!
Anyway, I was obsessed and I often went to Berlin.
Visit the capital of Cruccolandia is not something you can advise or not,
Berlin is simply seen and experienced.
not enter into the rhetoric on the wounds of the twentieth century
this city continues to show, you can simply appreciate and love or hate
bluntly ... I love you, but I also broke my balls.
Berlin is a city of many faces, where even the gray
of the buildings of the GDR can stand colored in brilliant colors.
Berlin is a mix absolute contradictions and coherences, torment and quiet,
luxury and decadence.
New York is the European Union, only with some decidedly more somber and less American.
After the barriers of language, all but solved by simply talking to anyone who could
Italian and English, I learned the German and also some
word of Turkish.
The Turks in Germany are as much as 1.5 million and the pig are comfortable and they do not have a point.
The Germans who are accepted as absolute pipparoli mental
because everything and everyone that have both by the whims of the 'Austrian crazy mustache, "and now are devoted to self
el'atuopunimento mass.
accept everyone, but I would say to them at some point ... .. the fact BORBOTTE takes
bad to say "I you do not want you there because you're ugly, dirty and bad", to limit their
show a little disappointed though in gnawing as beavers.
are angry only at the end when Italy beat Germany in soccer, if there
take a lot and really run with his nose all day and night
and sometimes we even beat the wounded man who works at a pizzeria even if it is Macedonian.
I insist to say that, despite some peculiar national characteristics, in the end we are a
po'tutti equal.
The Germans in fact, just like the Italians, they still have the sets of the plates.
They are imagined "Bella Italy" as in a poor advertising of Barilla.
I seriously believe that we are illiterate troglodytes subspecies of (He is also someone
, eh) that do little more than gesture, make a crazy mess, eat spaghetti, pizza and drink red wine, preferably singing Funiculi Funicula.
least the reputation of being fregaroli it to the Poles, known car thief and drug dealers
of illegal cigarettes (with improbable names like Malborkoz).
Then there are the Russians.
Well, if you thought of having the first of mafia (well foreign export Italian typical)
you goofed.
The Russians make the Cosa Nostra je 'na pippa. The typical Russian mobster
seems straight out of a gangster film series B:
car by pimp fur hat to Al Capone, sunglasses, shiny gold teeth, gold neck Catenazzi 500 grams, the expression on his face "I will spiezzo in two," ex-whore
of thigh 1 meter and a half to the side and inevitable scar (probably self-produced) on the cheek or eyebrow.
Spaniards, happy people and sad at the same time ... happy because it makes money in Cruccolandia feeds and several relatives in La Mancha, sad because the Germans invaded Ibiza and Mallorca, transforming them into subsuccursali the Love Parade.
Americans who tell you to do ', they like to lord it .. remember that
Kennedy said "Ich bin ein Berliner "(ie" I'm a cream puff filled with cream or jam),
them anyway so they feel at home and do what they think the flat is everywhere, never forgetting that
however we are all settlers.
The Chinese are very few, rather is full of Vietnamese who have come
at the time of the GDR, when still in communist pretending to give a hand.
Yet we believe, the Companions. I lived in
P'Berg, East Berlin and the few Germans who have become closer and cuddle
were the "Ossi", ie those of the East. I am a
po'diffidenti as stray cats, but if you insist, you can also tame them.
are practical people, who lived but a few decent resources for decades.
are nostalgic, but someone who squandered well in Capitalism pushed
someone obsessed with religion, some anti-revolutionary who has been
got bludgeoned by the "Stasi", those whose home was sheared in half by a famous
wall (The Boys of the wall is a series inspired much in those days) and some
skinheads pissed to death that does not work (according to him not because he is a dickhead drunk incapable, but because of aliens).
people is that when not feel, really opens up its heart.
I "Wesse" instead they are a bit "I feel I'm fucking" but not to see the damage until after
accurate knowledge.
Approach is possible only in night clubs, drinking because hippos as (the women)
at which point the famous inhibitions completely limp (and perhaps not only that)
then they start to sing, dance and do many funny jokes that almost no one believes that
Boche.
At this juncture, if you have bad luck getting caught by the whining on a topic of choice (FC Bayern is the favorite theme, the other is unemployment) If you are lucky you trade your phone number, ask why
other breakers would be impossible.
Yes, because they finally have a po'snob mica immediately and do not allow all these outbursts of affection
terronazzi!
is easier to take someone to bed in an anonymous phone number that ask
and give a date.
On the other hand they are grown in the luxury of a nation that had almost everything (except olive oil), and had to take the labor force from other countries to compensate for the lack of
workers and people (a part exterminated by them, another barricade in DDR and a good amount eaten at breakfast by Stalin).
... then complain of the Turks and went for kebabs alone tz!
They're obsessed with fruit jelly, potato chips (even in an envelope with absurd taste)
and all the idiosyncrasies of meat.
They grew up with the myth ammmericano still much more than we
fact remains that their worship Cruccolandia therefore are not always complain and seek to go abroad ...
limit to seek shelter from the French (a little envious of that deep down even if it's not clear why), in England or Ammmerica.
In Italy there could be only a fool or one who wants to learn the tarantella or a cornered, like my husband, for example mwuhahahahahaha
Fuck what I said ... if you got this far I'll change my mind about atheism.
