I loved London, and coming from Rushton, I was seduced by the sense of anonymity .
I liked meeting new people and I could look forward without receiving any malicious
accompanied by the comment: "Ah, you that Mickey Maloney."
It was as if I had changed them and starting over again skin.
* _ * In a book on the whole ugly, and I was very impressed, there was something good. In short, Mickey
summarized what I usually say in a poem ...
These days, though, I resumed my daily routine and I am again curious, driven and hungry for knowledge. I was seduced by the sense of anonymity because when crossing the border are no longer "the daughter of ...", but it's just me and for what they are worth. To hell with the parents and the recommendations!
This photo (horrible, mind you, but I have not found something better) portrays a bit 'my world today, Corso Italy, with its windows, the strange faces and those I meet often but we did not know the name and also their history, the most eccentric people who speak languages that I understand sometimes and sometimes not ... and the Feltrinelli with its colorful covers and the air again and the mix of cultures in which every time I get lost. My poor wallet, but ...
And then there's the return.
In these two days I was always running, so I switched from the Solferino Bridge, avoiding Course Italy. I have not seen new faces and decorated windows, but the spectacle that presented itself to my eyes was not less than:
In light of the sunset, even Pisa (however ugly, gray and dirty) acquires its charm.
Now I go to bed, the alarm sounds in 5 hours.
Goodnight,
Stefania.
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