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A logical thought in full remix to greet this day where the light is with us longer than yesterday and tomorrow night will be even shorter. Travel to Tuscany and it is not little.

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"What you have combined in Sharm?"

After one month, with a temperature of -3 degrees outside ... almost. Answer the question a bit 'all I have ..

"What have you combined Sharm? "


Besides the usual things you do in a week like this ... .. in relaxation, sun, swimming, water, a bit 'of snorkeling, eating (bad) international buffet ... here are the first truth about Sharm.


- The delay
Yes, with one-way flight was beaten the record of delay, 9 hours! ... all with a gentleman who plays the role of group leader and makes a mess, and before trying to call someone using the fixed phone boarding and then bringing in all the modules for the damages.

- Italians
present even if we do not like to group and socialize with other Italians, those who meet are always pee from laughing. The best are
Alvaro and friend, Ligurian who pretend to be Latin lover, which of course engage the first two Italian pecking (ipsid Cuba ...)
Come back discover that they are coming the day before (spending about 200 euro) because they have lost 'plane of way because they had the wrong day .. thought was the next day ..
And then there are the two Roman zarri of Pacha, giving the pearl of the week ... the question of how was the Dolce Vita .. respond to us ... "beautiful, not like pacha, there were people from class

- The Hard Rock Cafe
I state that is worse than Naama Bay Viale Ceccarini Riccione in August ... and that is all fake and westernized (including Starbucks, Pizza Hut, McDonald's etc. ..).
hard rock ... we went for 3 nights on Mondays, Tuesdays and Saturdays.
The place is small and is not that good because the music starts from 1 and 2 disk fills with Egypt in search of prey.
Hard Rock is not very successful, in part:
that I offer is to the stool of two girls with almost 50inni American boobs, some chick cross the track (most were a little 'sburze), Egyptians Russian, two of our hotels sburzone ubriachissime in a simulated track o ** a pomp took out a roof gripped by a crisis mystical talking to Vale as sellers start to speak Egyptian .. saying, "Ei, Friend"

- The Russians

There are plenty of both around in our hotel.
But for me right now saying that Darius is a place for young couples and old ... i usually go somewhere else.
But many mothers alone with Bocia. However
now commanded them, the Egyptians speak Russian more easily (I know almost everyone) and Italian, and also to Naama are all written in Cyrillic.
I personally do not bother, apart from a drunk who sat at our table and talking Russian pretended we understood ... and then close with "no problem" ... and spitting vodka, we've never seen sober.
not comment on Russia, who knows me knows my thoughts.



- The evening
more fun like always .. the more quiet evenings on the paper are those that turn into the craziest.

Mercole The evening was originally to be an evening of rest, to spend in the hotel and then wake up refreshed in the morning.
also complicates all inclusive bracelet with alcohol .. we put the bar to watch the animation ... and a bit bevucchiamo 'beer AC vodka with orange juice.
It starts with the animators, who are working as they talk about the business, ask how we are called (I say to make me understand .. like Claude Van Damme), where we are, the usual stuff .... first the most talkative, an Englishwoman, and then Georgia (which I repeat .. not bad) .. that is to push the candidates to Mr. Village to the competition the next day. Then the neighbor
counter, a white Australian .. who, with his friend, spends all day in the pool to drink like an alcoholic.
probably already out, greets us and starts talking nonsense ... when he says he prefers England to Australia and that the Italians do not like ... we leave it to its fate .. (Sc.opare then arrived with a guy alone)
In the final two Russians, none of which to tell the truth, that we wink from the bench and then come to sit next to us.
start talking, of course in Russian to English ... because they do not understand a letter .. the beauty is that when we try to ask something in English they laugh and continue to say yes with his head ... I will try them all, pull out too .. Toto Cotugno BHO to do the best wishes for birthday tomorrow and almost frightening to think that I jumped on him.
Finally, when I go to pee (in the grass .. Cause I found the bathroom ...) I go back that are gone ..
Valley to understand .. cmq in the following days will continue to wink and say hello.
loads, let's go into the room where, according to taxi drivers were full of "Drunk russian girl" .... There we go after contracting the entrance with a ticket 2x1 ... inside there will be little more than another ... "Drunk Russian men"

- Pacha

What was supposed to be the best night of the holiday, there was a real bluff.
almost convinced by British animators and Georgian (the latter a fine discovery), we opt for the big night on Thursdays at Pacha.
tickets purchased from scalpers outside (we are Italian and therefore the most clever or not), inside .. location is not bad, but heavy house music and people are not the best.
Many Italian citizens, some Russian / a, but most Egyptians .. indeed numerous.
We close with an evening of anonymous eating Pizza Hut.

- Challenges football
Among the funniest moments in football challenges .. that laugh. I
version Nesta and Pippo Inzaghi version in the Vale, we taught a bit 'of calcium to various Russians, Poles, Arabs present. The Russians in particular
technically very little, even if you threw eagerly for every ball. The best
Mr. Beer, a Russian who always wore the same shirt with the inscription Mr.Beer.

- The anal
Despite our experience we have two beautiful anal.
The first, just arrived .. do not even know how to do drag us from the usual street vendors in a shop.
I go out with the classic aroma of cask .. the seller almost pissed because we bought a few things.
The second, before leaving the airport .. felt the need to eat something edible .. sandwich and iced tea from Sbarro at 10 €.




Conclusion We had fun, we relaxed to 30 degrees in November ... so it took a week

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sadness towards the winter solstice

I came across an unsolicited advice during the weekend between the Littizzetto on the radio Saturday morning and Littizzetto on TV Sunday night, in the emptiness that I try to maintain especially in view of Christmas. The Board was beautifully photographed, "Do the nest, it's time." My part indomitable, that flying halfway around the world to be told how to find harmony with nature, his own and that of the universe, the woman who lives with a black cat, has been thought of as a nest could be transformed Fast-legged feline. Resistance. Even if the light is short, even if the sun does not heat: to resist. That's what (even) the words: I took the large moleskine, the one with the posthumous notes of travel and are advanced in the pages, background music by Slum Symphony, incidentally there to support

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places you would not want to be somewhere else

who arrived at the end of autumn Lizard knows: my soul is a place of Posada in the Caribbean island guarded by Angelo, quoted on page 125 # Many thanks. I landed there from the cold in Peru and my body and my heart broke up, hence the infamous decision that writing was no longer just an exercise in private. Now that something is written and can travel the world without the author adds word there are White, Lucas, the bistro boys found time to host Lizard autumn and me, in the balance between what is done and what you are doing. This morning I accepted the music of a young pianist, all in silence between coffee and newspapers, we listened to offer his notes and was far from the luminary Sant'Ambrogio:) \u200b\u200bPassateci (via Foppa, almost at the corner cones Zugna MM S. Agostino) - Thursday, 16/12 at 7 There is also the duettante signed with another newcomer, Stephen Caffaggi and many bubbles -

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The lost diary of Jane Austen - Syrie James

Why I feel this sudden need to fix on paper a report from the most intimate nature, which I've never confessed before, I can not say. Perhaps it is this maddening disease which, for some time, increasingly bothering me - reminding me with insidious insistence that they are mortal - that drove me to record something of what happened ...

The author pretends that an imaginary university English teacher (that Mary I. Jess, which is an anagram of Syrie James) has revised and published a diary that belonged to Jane Austen, diary in which the darling of millions of readers, would noted the details of his unique love story.

Of course it's all fiction, but what comes out is a masterpiece that makes us imagine holding the events surrounding the life of Jane just before the illness struck.

Mr. Ashford is the embodiment of all the male characters of Austen, by Darcy in Willoughby, a concentration of passion, intelligence, charm, cowardice, all together.

They are very beautiful scenes in which Jane imagine the work in drafting and re-write their novels, and those in which his brother Henry is being done to ensure that her sister's novels are published.

also very exciting moments in which friends and relatives informed of the action in awe for the stories. The

James gives us an image of Jane loud, but sentimental, romantic but also strong, in fact a fairly realistic. And do not miss any funny scene, such as one in which we meet Mr. Morton, a man indeed "ridiculous" (as defined in the text the same Jane) that it would have been a source of inspiration for a later novel of Austen

short, a very pleasant and recommended reading

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Eventually we drank wine, good red of Montepulciano, in the bistro of Ferdinand. It was my tenth meeting condominium since I live here, in Milan, the twentieth of the administrator who wanted to resign and then withdrew them because he is fond of us who do put to a vote even if the Christmas tree at the entrance or put a garland. It started with the Council separately asked me the book, because the invitation had slipped into the mail box at his request had been lost and all night we talked about jobs, jobs, money and time, no one did the war and already is unusual, especially we looked at each other and we knew all 17 here when you say that this city is a place where no longer say good morning, good evening is a commonplace, such as gypsies. Thanks Milan to identify yourself as comfortable when I arrived :-)

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Around 7 we begin to prepare for the evening, so that for the eight well-dressed and loads go down to eat.

Climb the fly into a taxi and go to the restaurant Pri Yafata, the taxi driver at a later wakes up from a quiet start to talk to throttle down ... and his sentence will be "No problem"
Now he complains that we are 6 car, but when asked if he prefers us to get us answers for the first time "No problem" .
Then, when he nearly pulls in people who are going through downtown, turning again to us with a "No problem"
Finally passing in the side streets one-way lead us to the restaurant, obviously telling us peace of mind " no way, no problem. "
I went to the restaurant greets us with warm "Hello Paolo Rossi"


At first the place seems a bit 'to tourists (At the entrance there is a cloakroom and the band that will go around the tables playing) but the people sitting at the tables seems almost all of Bulgaria.
The interior is nice, however, the walls with photos of the past and around some of the tools is no longer used, then the upper floor there is a central grill where the cook is already cooking skewers .. the environment seems very familiar.

To eat we do advise the waiter and then a large platter of salad to Bulgarian (similar to Greek, with feta and local vegetables) and then grigliatona meat, all washed down with excellent Mavrud, the local wine.
While we eat we can not get distracted First female presences
the nearby table, who has two bombs lady, and then by a series of girls who continue to make back and forth from the rooms next to their tables.
The only one that does not distract you Mel but gets nervous when the band of Bulgarian folk music is right next to him to improvise a piece. Meanwhile
Giorgiao gives us a new version of the canary fat that we had already done pee from laughing in the afternoon.


After the classic trio of vodka, and pay, as Riga, I let myself be charmed by the maid that is not bad (and it is also nice), and then I leave a good tip. In general we
spent enough (about 25 a head) but ate pretty well, nothing special in particular meat.

E 'soon enough, but on Vitosha is a bit' of people, the evening promises well. As pre-
hard time try to find the famous Buddha Bar, we do all the way it should be but nothing, we find it.
So we ask a guy who tells us that closed recently.
not lose heart and catapult us into a little place nearby that had been noted in several girls as they entered.
The place is called "Inside", spring jacket in the cloakroom at the usual lady on 50in truccatissima and take a ride.
Even this place is small and the age media is quite low.
Then we get to the counter and began the usual rounds of vodka (at a cost of € 1 a shot) ... we're at 5 ... 5 rounds will obviously
On the track the girls around 18 are unleashed, one in particular .. sburzona of a lady with the blue sweater dancing horny glances at us ... .. which of course looks do not collect.

After midnight, we salute the lady at the entrance and fly in taxi to the club Mascara. It's time to enter the scene.

got out and immediately in front of us there are 5 Where's My Car, some already dressed as Halloween, all with high heels and clothing that appeals to me.
Obviously, at the time of entering into paradise, we are stopped by the bouncer who asks us if we had a reservation ...
I did not think I curse the night before and try to convince him that we got the table ... but no, the guy is tough but kindly suggests moving on to the 2 that there would be no problems entering.

A little 'depressed about the situation, we use Plan B, go to the Folk Club poured. Here
entrance there is a little 'tail, but this time we pass the selection easily.
Solito wardrobe and enter the venue will be the scene of much of our evening.

start with the usual round of patrol, the Local is very stylish, full of mirrors on the walls, tables and sofas whites and blacks on both sides, a bar in lower position and, going to one of two flights of stairs, the dance floor, another bar with stools and classic tables.
the location we like even if it is half full, but it's still very early, so we are comfortable.
We hear the girl of tables and we take place in one of those stools with, unfortunately, those near the bottom of the bar are all full so we go to the top of the room.


course we start with the traditional bottle of vodka with the usual accompanying juices, here is a bit more expensive (around € 60-65 Total ... but still affordable).
ballicchiare begin to toast and, in particular with the usual "That is always one step.
Within half an hour the room is filled even if the location of our table is not optimal.
We are obviously in shape and goes off immediately the second bottle of vodka.


Mel is always first in line in pouring vodka into a glass of water and all as if no one pulls back. However

begin to stop a bit 'of girls passing by, doing a bit' of knowledge with them.

Ivoski is the number one and not lets almost none.
However, the situation is not taken down and do a lap at the bottom of the mess is incredible .. fuorissima people and all the disco-dancing Bulgarian folk .... it's almost hard to pass in between.

So then we break our table and we sling around people.

now time zero using the usual movements of Obed danceable hook me to a really bad blonde.
you begin a dance with her at the bar and from here on the dances will be more and more intimate, we talk a bit 'in your ear, you get closer to each other .. the situation is hot ... all while two drunken paparazzi (mel and Giorgiao) do not stop bothering me, not leaving the field open and immortalizing the situation.

After a little 'let's you and I run in the top, more peaceful, and I lose sight of some' others.


back down to drink and see Ivoski, Giorgiao and Vale are out and dances with some girls.

Ivoski confirms large lemonade, this time with a beautiful large pussy.

Meanwhile, the blonde left to his fate, seized by megalomania I start hammering a Where's My Car.
I put the bar with her and talk about this and that, of course asked me why I am in Sofia and the usual things.
I do not see easy, it's a somewhat 'but that remains to be conquered to speak despite her friends calling her to dance.
probably the game when he asks me what I liked about her ... and I say with sincerity but too shameless ... eyes, lips and ass ... damn alcohol!

Having the two of spades back to the other just in time to see Ivo and got thrown out of the room.

The boy probably had hammered the girl a few guys who gave the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing local bosses, who, annoyed, have ordered security to remove him. While
is removed along with us even out the bartender.
latter, who speaks Italian as there was for a short period, apologizes with us, but explained that I was forced to do so, although Ivo had not done anything wrong.
E 'persistent in making us understand that the Bulgarians are good people and he hopes that upon our return, describing this scene, do not generalize giving Bulgarian gypsies ignorant.
reassured him, especially the Vale's leave the cell and told him if he returns to Italy will be our guest .. home of Giorgiao! (Overlooking the Vale appalled)

Without realizing they are already almost 4 am and fly to Mascara. We enter
but it's totally empty, then salute the lady of the wardrobe (the same as the previous night) and run at the Park To Fly.
Like the previous evening and the place is packed Bulgarian disco music goes crazy. While I

Giorigiao it docked and two girls at the bar (which, however, do not mix at all) Ivo is still being targeted by security.
This time has been removed but was told that must necessarily remain stationary near the entrance. Bho. At 5 past

opt to return to the apartment, but before we all stop to eat something kebabbaro the night before.
This time I opt for a pizza with ham and out, we realize that the door had been shattered ...

Even Sofia on Saturday lived up to expectations, a great evening!

the morning we wake up soon, the flight is at 11 and luckily we gained an hour of sleep with the return of summer.
Many of us are still in question and the taxi driver watching Mel sways with the trolley she says smiling, "Paolo Rossi .."



The flight is on time, and took off while I think we'll be back soon on Bulgarian soil .