Monday, May 26, 2008

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Biographical

Nonostante le successive vicissitudini, pare just that my parents were in love . As often happens, they decided to marry. From my point of view, a good choice.

Thus, in a winter of the '70s, I was conceived. Sperm of my father has come to an egg of my mother. Before the others managed to enter, two nuclei are fused and, wham, I was there at least potentially.

Then the cells have multiplied and one day I was an embryo beautiful ready. I do not know the circumstances in which my mother realized he was waiting for me. It seems that you were happy once, while my father was taken aback a po'alla. However, the version is unanimous that the next few months were particularly happy.

of my growing up and, slowly, I became child.

It finally came time to be born. It seems it was easy, but as in all cases, has not been an easy task nor the mother nor the child (albeit one that is most worrying is the father).

Concepimento guess I have been cold and that he was lost out there. But there was the usual mom that I knew from inside, and I must have consoled. Then there was the milk that was a new experience enjoyable.

the months have passed, I looked at the world from wheelchair. Obviously I do not remember anything but I have fun with the illusion that the light spring that I really like is the memory of the first outings.

It seems that shortly after started laughing. I liked to laugh, to tell the parents and photos.

were the 70, as I said, and I do not much noticed. From what I understand, the childcare was not exactly like today. However, I remember the grated apples that have not yet gone out of fashion. It seems to me that there were now fewer colors, fewer things, especially to review some coats instead of humanitarian intervention that is bought with great satisfaction. The games were perhaps less beautiful, but I had many, not least the children now.

I remember, a bit bigger, the arrival of the other creature family, joyous event together and upsetting for my ordered world of parents and grandparents. But then we went mostly agree. Indeed.

It seems that much thought. I certainly liked to talk and talk and talk. I read books, but also spent hours playing. The friendships, which I now have only a few shreds of memory, had to be important and intense, in a world that, up to five years, was largely incomprehensible. Things happen in a succession of a po'privo logic. Perhaps because children are saying little about the great plans. When I think back to

schools, kindergarten and media, it seems really to talk about the last century. Maestre shirts in blacks or, at best, green or blue accustomed to being revered, pupils and students in blue overalls with white ribbon. But I had great friends, but unfortunately my parents would not get along. The family, with all the difficulties and the fight stays together and it was somehow a horizon of hope and freedom in relation to a school that was not just free and joyful.

Goldrake Then there were the averages, are less protective than the previous ones, but also freer. At first I went to the confusion I experienced different companies, other than "good." Then I got in line, but meanwhile exploded reading skills, knowledge, reason, and I met, fortunately, friends share it with. It was the time, we are in years 80, the first Commodore, VIC20 from the 64.

the world go around me, I was certain of the protection offered by my family. I guess the well-being, in those years was a bit of all. On trips abroad, we felt we Italians less. He began to think of the girls, very first theoretically, then a more concrete level.

Basically, my father and my mother could not make peace, even by the very positive contribution of grandparents. We lost a beautiful piece of living and raising children, and someone told him, but it is not easy to hear in those occasions. At higher

I wanted to be a contrarian. New friends, new everything. Overall, a great disappointment that I was not able to get out, changing school or rebelled against the studio. E'difficilissimo make their desires until at least twenty years. Incapable teachers and a class in which there was what I wanted. E'rimasta some friendship and a bit of things I have learned. I began to practice a sport that fascinated me and made some other relevant experience.

Of all the teachers, too absorbed in their problems, too ignorant or indifferent, or simply not up to a class of teenagers, some figure was impressed. A professor has stayed with me in mind as an example of discipline and striving for better. My father taught me well, but he added, in a query, the feeling that there is a better than mediocre. E'morto young and I'm very sorry.

All ' universities. I rolled in uncertainty for months, amid numerous assumptions and desires. Dreams. In the end, I chose to, but slightly in late. I've had a good university education, but boring in many other ways. Friendships, even if today seems almost all evaporated, however, I was fine.

We were all thrown into a tomorrow that there was more fear than enthusiasm. To many back home have finished school seemed to be a tough step, but inevitable, I had not any intention. Instead, I studied more. I tried what I liked, I liked in theory but in practice. The fight to the death was because he had to like what I had decided. I do not listen much. There was always the

sport, not competitive, but an inexhaustible source of fun. There was the challenge to learn and understand new things (I knew little, studying evil, but somehow I was doing).

Then gradually I dare. I decided a road professional, that I wanted, and I found myself on another, I'm very happy.

But before that I started to do what I did. The famous follies of youth. From the business point of view, a real disaster. In themselves, even positive, with really hard times. But I went out of loneliness than compared to others and also myself. Step by step.

I love , having received reports, through no fault of some, that was not there with the heart. Why was not there myself.

Meeting A hectic, crazy, irresponsible, when there was this story. The story ended badly, in fact malisssimo. I treated their wounds because I mbrava if you lost the best I could have. I was loved back, but then it was over.

I burst my head. I spoke, I spoke, I spoke. Slowly I have been better. Before I started doing psychotherapy that maybe helped me, But not much. Well started a new relationship, I was less taken, but it was well .

ate before the summer, I met the opportunity to attend a course of a journey that I had talked in the past. I found it interesting, he attended others. There was also my father and I realized how much distance there was between me and him. He began a rediscovery of man that I had generated.

Meanwhile, the other relationship was over and I met a girl , very pretty, shy and rebellious , which I liked immediately. In three days, I decided that, for example r my part, would become my wife.
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A normal life

This morning I got up at 6.00. We must prepare to go to work and take to school who should be brought. Last night we fixed the house up late. Begins a week of intense, tiring (all are welcome even if the holidays seem too far). I hope to have time to spend with the people I love, at least a bit '. Half an hour here and there.

The ordinary life of millions of Italians. Extraordinary, if I as an individual. Ordinary, if I compare to many others.

When I was younger, I did some madness. Nothing really exceptional, but the things which are done young people and which recalls with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. Sure, I experienced more alcohol than you need, I barely slept, I traveled as much as it happened, I met many people and other such follies. Today, the desire to do some crazy and maybe still do, but are otherwise. Time passes and change (improve my opinion) interest.

I did not say they are also Catholic. With some doubt on the theological and church today (and yesterday), but with the determination to seek the faith at times when not arise spontaneously from my heart.

For information, I always read the newspapers (not lately), a po'Repubblica a po'il Courier. I knew it was not always accurate, but all things considered. I always thought that the thought was in the newspapers, thinking 'average' was more or less right. I do not like Berlusconi, but I agree with some aspects of its program than a sinister decrepit. I always thought there were some unacceptable elements of his legal case. That's it.

are estimated at work (not all of course) and also in life. Many I recognize a good ability to judge, or perhaps something more. Try to improve the capacity of dialogue, every day.

So I feel comfortable? If I have not done anything wrong? If I was not accused of anything wrong with that?

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Good start

Hello. Today begins My blog.

I'm not a fan of the blog, but I thought it would be useful to tell a story. My story.

I am Italian and Italy is a free country. But in recent months, I am discovering that it's not that simple.

This morning it's sunny where I live, a beautiful blue sky with cirrus which makes some less than dazzling blue. E'piacevole all really want to do or even just to stay around to enjoy what is there. Nothing seems able to take a color negative.

Yet, despite this serenity, I know there are people working to disturb my peace of mind and that of thousands of other people, with a pattern seemingly noble and justified. I started this blog to tell this story, and why have I got to worry. At least a bit '.

PS: I'm not interested in the plots. Here I speak from my point of view, but only facts.