In this country, where the days pass slowly and production, where every day a small stone wall is added to a compact, we Italians are deeply alone. You create groups and create disagreements without really knowing why. Ask questions and get no answer.
observe people who are scrambling to find make friends with some of everyone, without distinction of events and words. People unable to take sides but jumpanti from one area to another. It 's a common phenomenon, which I can barely tolerate and that for about three years away when I try to attend the Italians.
These groups are made and undone, mingle, and then someone like me can be found, some of the some here. Sometimes it's like being in a small Italian village, where there are queens and princes, chickens and pigs.
I open my eyes and breath, I was born and raised in Rome, difficult to forget the great urban spaces and the crazy people.
hard to forget, where are they now? in a new dynamic. Easily observable.
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