Just Close Eyes In Tanning

lucky enough to meet

The trip is an inevitable chain of events. Some are active for a short space of time, others last longer, others are reduced to a glance or a greeting. Then there are the unwanted, but obviously all 'start as you know, making it difficult then the' firm scrollarseli off. There are those that accompany you for life and those that do, would last the whole life, but then vanish. Then there are those encounters forced by circumstances, those who can not escape, those who know that they face, but you can not know who will represent the party. In short, you know you'll share time and space with people who do not know.
Now, if time is short and space problems would be very limited, but if the weather was relatively long (eg 3 years) and space was limited (eg a house) and those meetings were not particularly pleasant, well ! ... there is no reason to start worrying.

At this point might come into play that upcoming scientists call "Ass."

Ass, commonly called the sitting, is that part of the human body, placed between the bottom of your back and place ' beginning of the legs (if you look from above), or between the end of the lower limbs and the principle of the back (if you look from below), assigned according to its size, a corresponding amount of luck.
All this to say what? To say that this point of view, I had a lot of luck! So, I feel obliged to thank those who represent the other half of that meeting that began in the dark 08/01/2009. That half is further divided into four parts, the first named Fausto Conter. Fausto has completed its mandate in the middle of last June, after nearly five years in Africa, and is now in Italy, was the one who got me started to Karamoja. Great teacher, a few words and great depth d 'mind. The second is called Lucia Cancarini. She also has finished, after two years, his service in Kampala in July and is located in Italy. It was a great support to the practical matters of the project and the less practical experience. Part Three: Claudio Chiappa, thirteen years in Uganda, including six in Karamoja. Valuable source of experience and focus on continuously in the right direction. Fourth and finally: Luca Turelli, Uganda from January 08. An old friend who I had never seen before.

Thanks for sharing the knowledge without prejudice.

... and anyway you look at it from anywhere, is always an Ass an Ass and if good, lucky or not, should be looked at.

What Colour Curtains Match Green Carpet

AFRAID TO LEAVE

Sitting on the steps of the bar, on a bench by the lake or the edge of my bed, and stay still thinking about how the weather would be without the things I loved, how were the days without the people that I left.
A feeling of fear was with me constantly. It was like an old fountain, where a tap badly closed, transparent drops kept falling on the flat surface of the 'water that reached the edge of the basin of cement.

Toc, toc, toc

was one of those tanks to which ends sticking out of the inclined planes in which the women of the small mountain villages, leaned to wash their clothes. Toc toc toc



When the women came to fulfill his duties, gave a ride to the tap water by placing a violent motion that was going to break the surface of the liquid at rest. At that point the fear was expanding and there was nothing to do but wait for one of them returned to lay his hand on the faucet by opposing the motion reverse. Toc toc toc



And everything calms down.

Gradually I realized I owned the fountain, and I knew she had me and nothing could separate us. Then I began to listen even when the flow was violent, even when the intensity of fear I twisted the mind an unnatural position, until one day, he was one feeling, a feeling of sweet melancholy.
And now, day after day, plunging in 'water, listening to the drops fall on me. It sometimes happens that some passer-by, seeing them fall unconscious is preparing to close the tap, but I immediately reopen it and return to hear the sound, the sweet sound of my memories. Toc toc toc



words at random, about memories ... African
During a long night, I happened to dwell at length on the thought of my last years in Italy. The confusion of feelings that I had in my head, did not allow me to focus fully what I wanted to remember that time, leaving them confused and small fragments of the past. Then I started to write the words at random and without a logical order. Each of those words amounted to a series of chain reactions representing people and situations experienced in recent years.

... random words ...

Boario - behind the swimming pool - Gorzone - tin - BBQ - Lake Moro - cheese - Via Marone - Mechanical Department - Forst - Yaris - Valcamonica - concert - Soiano - Via hand - Conary - Loveno - Modam - Ukraine - Cooperative Riviera - Sagra - Iseo - Garden Bar - Sausage - salami - Wine - Glen - White Night "- village festival - Barcelona - Cevo - standard room - Trump Call - BS2 - technical - Viale Venezia - Marlboro red soft - SS42 - cum - Daddypalace - Villa dei Fiori - Malone - white building - memories of the dinner - presetting - polenta and cudighì - Zurite - Fabio Grosso - loft - Bilbao - Domanizavtra - Natalucia - The basket - Angle - Weddings various (not including mine) - the contract.

... thanks for the often unwitting co ...