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And we are always here. To wait until evening. They are very different from a few years ago. Or maybe I like to think so. I returned to the country for Christmas and I was wandering the streets and every neighbor who greeted me, I raised the usual constant thought: how do you recognize me? I believe differently and instead I have the same fucking hair and crooked walk ever.

If you ask me what job I do now, I am happy to be able to say one thing that nobody understands. My gia'chiesto I have a couple of times. I know they is not 'that damn much. It 's the next. They should tell the neighbor and not know what to say.

I do not know if I'm serving evil.

I would like to throw insults on my neighbors computer. But I can not. These days I have the confidence and skills' assessment of a lemming is about to plunge into the ditch.

I would tell the Xmas party, the call from Minneapolis and the certainty that I would be sacked hic et nunc, ceteribus paribus, et cetera. But I do not like. At the end are always the same three or three crap crap that propose to myself and then to return in the evening I can not sleep and I try to take in autopunirmi Crane sink.


Bello the Wombats concert. It was the first time I saw a mosh in the Netherlands. Monday 'to see if I can borrow a ticket to Jens Lekman.

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I have scratched the phone and the thing that 'I am saddened and' have lost their posts, who kept the Mule. Especially the one that quoted the inn Biana.

I booked tickets for the Wombats and go to work by bike. I find myself two planets away from my neighbor's desk. In the office my colleagues have cuffs with cufflinks and make my bike a topic of conversation at lunch. A topic of amusement.

are friends of the driver of the company. It makes me feel less insecure. I do not call into question and it 'was on holiday in Italy. Do not know the Wombats. But adopted the bicycle.

But I thought that financial science graduates go to work by Clarisse?
fear of not succeeding. I miss everything. Brain, cuffs, Audi, complacency, readiness, clothing, skills' analysis ....

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I have taken! At the end
wearing black suit with pantyhose and spare in your bag, I threw to the winds today for Moscow Moscow tomorrow.
My neighbor buys and sells billions dinner table. And me? I am nothing, I still have much to learn. I wonder why 'and took me back if there was a mortifying case of mistaken identity. But this is a 'different story. That of mistaken identity.
dates back a few years ago and I take too many paragraphs.


Meanwhile the home computer and 'dead and mobile phone stolen. I live happily unreachable, dividing the parterre working with 40 uomini. Io sola, con i miei collant stretti in borsa, guardo da dietro il monitor l´unica donna oltre la sottoscritta.

L´ho gia´ sentita lamentarsi di me.

Diceva che non capiva cosa ci facevo li´.
Nemmeno io. Spero che non sia un mortificante scambio di persona. Ma nel frattempo fammi sognare un po'. Bagascia.

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Devo fare il quarto colloquio. Quarto, porca vacca. In un mese.Per la stessa ditta. Un equilibrio isterico dentro di me che a seconda della quantita' di liquerizia che mastico (e' risaputo che fa alzare la pressione) dondola da rantoli interni disperati "pigliatemi, pigliatemi, pigliatemi" e poi dondola indietro verso "ma andè a caghè tut".

Today when the sun begins Yom Kippur. I want to apologize to all the people I hurt. That I ignored or persecuted. I want to forgive and be forgiven. For all the annoying phone calls and ruggionose to my parents. The angry voice that comes to me when I'm menstruating. Even the stack of paper to the professor that I Ciul a day that was red and he had gone into the coffee room '.

Many, many, many things ...

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I am so 'insecure that I fear alone and I wonder how I managed to drag me up to this point in my fucking life. I would sometimes find me in a whip, rod, a wire to hold on but they are a miserable bag tears, Nivea cream, liquorice and fat.

I've evolved from the elementary schools. A series of fortuitous coincidence brought me here and the 'but I stayed the full pot. And the head of cock.

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swear not to bite more '. No more '. I swear. You should not swear to him. So much more 'then you should not swear if you're not sure to keep the oath. What are you doing sin twice.
How do I make sure I really do not morsichero 'never again'? I do a tattoo on the wrist. Angelina and the Coma 'tattooed not eat that then fat. I write not to bite my neighbor.

I do not know 'cause I did. There would be a lot of real reasons and circumstances. Like, I wanted the key, I was angry, it was a joke, I thought I would just as soon bite the shoulder and then let go of his hand accordingly. The truth 'is that as sometimes happens to me, the neurons are disconnected and instead of saying the usual monata, I planted a bite. Blindly. And I did bleed. Let's say the worst and 'that its bleeding and then looked at me like looking at a gorgon or infuriated the anti-Christ or the telecom bill.

also try to give rationales does not make sense. And I no longer 'morsicai 12 when the bully who harassed my brother and he too ends' to bleed. But let's say that in that context, recreation, in that age ', in that social substrate - as they say there was in Tuscany. The bite was there.
A 33 years' hard to place. I feel like shit. Really.

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It also ends this August. I took nine to the argument and I feel very happy. It 's not only that my nine, unfortunately, or fortunately. But I say that if Marc made us go over to the International Financial Sciences (shit, come on, it sounds good) to the sound of explanations about the meaning of equations and inequalities, he should get out. With programming

phython superfine I also pulled out.

Oh, by the way, Marcel, if you read this page as nine gave it to me too 'cause I did the analysis with ANOVA tables
rocking' a nzomma Analysis of variance with the null Hypotesis written very well (say, a Times New Roman 12) and obviously proved false applause in general. I also put in your book bibliography of statistics. Did you see that I got it!

I understand!
I understand!

Now that I just graduated back in real life. Leave for Moscow and 'suddenly made more' difficult. I have no hand in anything but the security of a place to be offered by Roni. Also ironically, now that no longer looks' nothing in Amsterdam, they are looking for me.

I spent last spring to send tens of HP, but I say dozens? Twenties, hundreds of CV sweep for all of Holland begging for a job that had Finance & Russia with a lowest common denominator. The result was close to absolute zero. The one where the atoms sbarellano and crumble, to be clear.
Now that I'm leaving I contacted two companies that have found my resume online, which specifies that, of course I want to relocate to Moscow, but they still tried to contact me that you never know, maybe I find them interesting offer. Two

enough to work off wheels, but I still do the interview. That the interview I do, I have to lose. But everything is complicated in my head ....

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the end return to old habits. Play On The Run by Pink Floyd, I caress the backpack and 'come with me everywhere. Stolen Ten years ago one of my brothers to carry something in Trieste has hitchhiked in England, has made trips to the beach, did Budapest, made all the campaigns in Russia, did those fantastic days to sleep on the beach Riviera Sanremo with Mirco and others. Shortly before his mind gave way and swept away many things from the lives of many people.

Sometimes I think to attack me in a little 'manic things, the shapes of things, the fetishes of things. The backpack, a way of saying, a song, I decided to do my thing, just for the sake of family company.

I reboot On The Run to feel again the part where the sun goes down 'and you run behind him. Then you would not listen leaving no time even to turn and shoot the appeal to the whole volume. A logical conclusion.

Well today 'the day of Pink Floyd and the backpack. I pulled out to go to the grocery store and I thought that he must go among the things to take away. We are in August. In September I leave for Moscow. To search for a job. On the one hand I want to leave many things behind and embrace new ones. I realize that I'm tired of the other to move forward and attack and I do not know where this backpack cock to the point that makes me think that it is a cornerstone of my life. The backpack. Or a song. Written by a group whose soul inspiration was undermined from the madness. Exactly. Although that album he did not take his hand. I think.

In short, the fact remains that I do not know what I want and sometimes I seem to get along without a plan, a plan, a will '. I feel so lonely I and my backpack. That we do not understand anyone. On the Run for the tenth time.

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the end to Moscow ci parte Roni, con il contatto che il padre aveva preso per me. Da una parte mi sembra che mi abbiamo levato il pane da sotto i denti. Dall'altro mi sembra una cosa giusta. Il padre e il contatto erano i suoi. Mica i miei. E poi mi fa piacere che lei vada a vedere la mia Mosca. Che gia' mia non e' piu' e che gia' e' ben diversa dai miei ricordi. Mi fa piacere che quando arrivero' a settembre lei sara' li'.

Jonatan e' nero che Roni abbia deciso all'improvviso di partire per questa avventura che ho messo io in testa a tutti. Temo che in qualche modo ne faccia un po' una colpa a me. Ma forse sono i miei fantastici sensi di colpa introiettati durante i miei primi 25 anni in Italia.

E chi l'avrebbe mai detto che ci finiva lei a Mosca?

look forward to the American Ingrid write me a couple of contacts to sleep at night.

sfrucugno two days that the files of the thesis and I seem to be the queen of stupidity and inefficiency '. The Indian does not return. In theory we had to see me today but then I wrote and cabbage that I move house. And we are already '17. It will take 'a miracle to do everything. It will take '.

Yesterday I tried to go to the gym where Niki has constrained me to sign up and then hiding her first, I for imitation. Throughout I will be 'gone 6 times. Every time I go there I feel a barbapapa 'suffering from labyrinthitis. Fortunately, while I was in the street and 'come down' a storm of the whistle and I gave up the purpose of humiliating my ego in front of large mirrors in the gym.

But in Moscow as a beacon 'without jogging?

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Every time you prepare to give up, life bites you on the ass and makes you run forward. I want to see if I can go on and how. On the one hand I would like to indulge in pseudo americanoidi attitudes like "I am goint to do it" or "Challenges motivated me" or "Bet on me, Bet Against Me. I do not care. I am going to win it" the other
the dear old Scazzi and fatalistic attitude. I got so far do not know how. No one knows how and where it will arrive '. Thanks to the usual Gabola I have a beautiful Russian visa in September. A tourist visa, but no work and above all, no room where to stay Moscow.
All roads seems to feel close to me in the face. And again I will generate two attitudes: on one side "bastards, I do not want to Moscow, well I'll have to take" and the other, "but who am I doing this, the signs are clear, not 'fate."

deep breath and think that if it passes the examination, are trouble.
After examination we put seriously to throw down 'thesis, eh? Do you promise, eh?
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put the bags of garbage in the garbage in the closet. You could even say it to me. Today I went down '. A stench. I tried to tidy up that mess of shit and I left behind and 'the radiator fell on his foot. I now beats 120 times per minute, the foot.

I can not combine with being a fucking pussy examination and thesis. Basically I do not understand anything. I have left the bulk of the unknown things that happen around me. And especially do not understand how can you be so 'balls. I'm the first asshole. She tied.

And 'Saturday and I wish it was' Monday'. Why '? But that 'by chance. So much for losing to the wind a few days of this useless life.

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Cosi 'boxes as you drag down the corridor on the seventh floor of a building in Berlin, and I' where's your sms and told me that 'your son was born. And I 'seemed strange, I say, I have received that message while I was helping to move Marcello, in a city', except that where we met and different from where we live now.

I thought flashed in a course of seconds, just those that Marcello gave me a box before you loosen, the long days when we shared apartment, studies, friends, booze, clothes and advice even more improbable 'unlikely. He arrived in Trieste
fresh ripe, we go from there 'at the bottom are always the same, but with a strange idiolect in more 'and a bunch of happy memories especially sad when in a suitcase.

left Berlin at a time in Amsterdam, I stopped in the middle 'Ingrid road to greet the American who was in Germany for a couple of days. I told her mom and we spent six hours in the usual tumbler like a rosary of the usual flavors of Trieste and census of all.

I opened the door of the house in Amsterdam and the girl was gone. Has moved. I savor the newfound independence after two years of cohabitation. After the oxygen blow, I started thinking that maybe there was something really unusual in my life. And surely there was something precious and sweet in your.

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pervades the Internet waiting che il mio relatore mi scriva una risposta al quesito che gli ho appena posto. Attendo, attendo ma quello non risponde.
MA come mi ha scritto 5 minuti fa e adesso che fa? Il tipo e' nella madrepatria India e quindi tra fusi orari ed un certo suo atteggiamento di scazzo, e' difficile ottenere da lui indicazioni.

Ogni tanto manda email pretendendo analisi o robe varie o facendomi capire quando inutile lui pensa che io sia. Ma forse e' solo la mia impressione. Mi sono stancata di fissare la posta e fare refesh e allora ho deciso di tatuare questo momento della mia vita nel blog.

Mi sparo gli Skid Row, i Pixies e i NOFX nelle orecchie e cerco di organizzare i giorni a venire a ritmo elevato. Nessuna assunzione all'orizzonte.

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I knew it. I want to make life difficult. Not only me, but actually passed also to Marcel. I have rewritten and I asked if it 'really sure what he wrote. I have not found another rhetorical artifice to get it back on his feet.

's almost 10 and I have put in preparing for an exam I have no time to be here to bargain with you. Time and 'little. The ephemeral and enigmatic life and you fuck with me with your tables of correlations.

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I can not believe
Yeah, 'Monday' and 'own, is fierce on the last day of work. Tomorrow (or maybe today) my team takes me out to eat. Yesterday there 'was the party Company where, as the regularization of months of non-life, are stoically stayed until 4 am with a couple of managers of various departments.

The corporate party.

Now I could write about events, but now the Internet has 'done well' fluid that you never know where you slide your sbrodolature. Mica the good old days of the old office.
I would just remind me of my great attempt to pogo with the senior systems manager. Pogo, jump in the back and elbow. Years and years and years of training at Radio Sherwood Festival. Nothing but balls. The corporate scene to look.

The terrible scene with the Dutch Account. I hope to forget in a hurry and without pain. The next speaker strategically
chat I left unvoiced. Taxi that arrived too quickly or just at the right time. Come on, there 'nothing better than to want to stay but eventually go away. Dai. Come on up. I told you I write. Go, go .....

And walk the wet streets and teach "Free Free" to the good old senior systems manager

Free free free, however we
what
who knows what ?....... who knows what it is!
long as we were young it was something else


thee 'leaders' system manager?

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As usual, I think I HAD lost something.


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I often refer my friends and acquaintances who had seen me on the street. I never see anyone, it 'of course greeting.
In general I have always walked with his head down. I remember when my mother took me to kindergarten, he walked down the village hated by my house and one of the reasons for asylum applicants in the Po valley was sad mornings that I had to pull her head up.

schissa I wanted her head for several reasons. Innanzittuo since birth I've tried always a shame congenital probably the result of some previous life foul. So for fear of facing the people, kept his head bowed. Secondly I do not know, but I think that, having flat feet and "walk the strange", I tend to stumble easily and therefore a bit 'of extra attention I always do. Fortunately

shame congenital 'was transformed into bravado molesta in age' behaviors and adolescent bipolar during subsequent aging.

At this stage of ripening pear 'and' added another factor. Me and 'down the view. I see little, since I've got no patience I resigned myself to not watch. Do not wear glasses 'cause I'm uncomfortable and do not wear the lenses' cause I'm uncomfortable. So vague in this world with borders smerdolati where people are more 'or less the same. Lately
then I got down to the street with headphones and only the loud music. It seems then to lock yourself in a virtual cocoon.



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last night after a busy day, I struggled to sleep and I turn over in bed beset by thoughts of all commitments and problems. At one point, I have agreed the level of isolation that I was able to create me in the past three years. I put the world at the door and I locked myself in a life of books, work, study, work, work. My Russian friends do not see them most '. Some are no longer 'here and there are those who do not have time to see them. I do not keep contact with almost anyone and if I wanted to keep them. I would not. I do not have the time and material power to make a phone call. If I have half an hour of sleep time. To my phone once a month and I do not know if people are more 'suited to understand. I hid them so many things about myself that I wonder if they know who I am. Or am I just that I hate to hide.
Friends of the bridge that I left them I was 18, even if we pretend to be friends. But you can 'to be so' far?

One more month of work. Dai. Then a month of one university '. Then we'll see what to do. Sometimes I fear that I really ruined my life.

I close my life, I blind me, I isolate myself, I wipe.

pulled the blanket that I sleep here with the quilt all year and I close my eyes and gil turo ears e vorrei svegliarmi domani e scoprire che non sono vera ma il personaggio di un sogno di qualcunaltro.

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Sento la malattia quasi alle spalle e sento davanti a me la montagna Everest da scalare. Ho cosi' tante cose da fare e a cui pensare che ho paura di diventare pazza.
Guardo l'agendina e cerco di pianificare la mia vita nei due mesi a venire e non riesco a fare combaciare nulla. Non avro' tempo di vedere nessuno. Di fare nulla.

Una cosa per volta. Una cosa per volta. Oggi la tesina. Lunedi' dal mio coordinatore a prendere i dati per the thesis. Then study for the examination of International Organizations. Then Israel. Damn me and when I decided to guns around the world.
am happy to be with friends but I'll be 'out like a balcony because of all the things I do. Maybe we will run away even a job interview in Tel Aviv. Then

Amsterdam and the thesis and examination. And the second interview. How will '? The company decided not to fly me to their headquarters in Moscow for the interview. I do this in the Dutch headquarters. How will '? I wonder? Then Juli by me a couple of days. Then the last giant exams to prepare while I empty the house and rent. And then I'll have 'at least to see my parents and tell them, we say that we are dancing a bit' of cose.

Mia madre ci stara' malissimo.


La testa a mulinello ripete questa sequenza di cose. Basta. Devo scrivere la tesina. Basta.

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Hanno scippato la bambina con il vecchio trucco a mio avviso tutto italiano: lo scippo dal motorino in corsa. L'anno scippata e fatta cascare come un sacco di patate. La cosa sarebbe stata brutta di suo, se non fosse che la bambina teneva nella borsa chiavi e documenti.

Mi ha comnicato il fattaccio mentre ero sulla via di casa e lei stava dalla polizia. A quel punto non volevo piu' entrare in casa perche' gia' mi immaginavo i ladri che stavano facendo manbassa di ogni cosa nell'appartamento e non aspettavano altro che assassinarmi al mio ritorno. Alla fine I waited until the girl returned by the police and we entered with caution. Since the thieves obviously had not yet arrived, we were barricaded in houses waiting to power the locks changed the next day.

The girl was shocked and felt like chalk. Only with dilated pupils. I jump like a grasshopper and I said, that hurts the peeling on the knee? Want to cry? You cry, you cry from. Are you hungry? Be the bathroom? You put the patch? Are you afraid? I was about to reach its climax when the door and 'presented another compagnetta school. Rory.
Rory and 'appearance at 10 pm, with obvious consequences to fight with boyfriend, in tears and with a powerful influence viral vomiting.

Cosi 'me are put on the couch. In a state of shock and the other in a state of vomiting. One stared at each other and crying and spitting. A situational picture of urban life.

until 2 am to do group therapy.

This morning I turned upside down. Little sleep, a deluge of things to do for the universities' and the usual thoughts for the job. In more 'fear of influenza infection by vomiting. Then I open-access statistics of the counts and see that someone with the IP address of my company read my blog and I get the look of plaster and retching at me.

But who can 'be? Better not to think about and focus shifts in guarding the door until the arrival of the locksmith.

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And so 'is ending even this academic experience. The children, my compagnetti course, are all confused because it closes a cycle that do not know what to do or think.

Moreover, as I will explain that some things are not learned and that every time that life puts in front of a choice, well, every holy time arose as the first time. I do not e'che capacity of more '.... E'inutile And I come to talk to their teens from hopeful eyes, as if you were the oracle at Delphi.

Ogni tanto mi chiedo se avessi fatto meglio a fare quel famoso MBA a cui ero stata ammessa. Invece di ricominciare l’università con tutto questi bambini ventenni non ancora sporchi di vita. Il dubbio mi viene, mi viene. Ma una risposta no.

Devo assolutamente iniziare una tesi per potere laurearmi il prima possibile. Mi sembra che tutti abbiamo trovato un titolo. Anche gli studenti piu’ loffi. Tutti tranne me.

Ieri, siccome soffrivo ancora di this strange weakness and Lila was indisposed, instead of the usual pool we decided to do a tour of the houses close the center. Jona joined us. He made his usual provocative icebreaker jokes that luckily did not have the disproportionate impact that I feared. An evening sweet and light as I did not live for years. I vented at length about the new boyfriend of the girl and her rejection of Jona well as former best friend of the girl's new boyfriend in her rejection. Lila e'sorbita every complaint and I think he enjoyed too, 'cause every time I suggested to pay the bill said "Come on ... we are still a bit' ...

And I and Jona via a pull down against the saints and madonnas boyfriend of the child. Some pastimes are intergenerational and unwind when you're blown away by life.

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Like Marcello says the world is not 'imploded to the fortuitous coincidence. With Joni's friend went to the bar and I only scappottata laughing. Small and talkative, with a round face and sharp nose, talked about everything and everyone very fast: by Noam Chomsky, the bullshit of Joni, from military service, the theater, from his studies in San Francisco for his future at MIT. All fast, all stained with jokes, asides, jumps and packages with his hands round.

At one point I said, but we can not do without a main clause to put all these incidental? I turn my head and makes me sick ...

I just did not see him again 'never again'. Too bad. When I go 'in Tel Aviv, he will be there'. Takes things to do, exams to give, stuff to finish.

Gia ', already'. Faccio un viaggio fino in Israele. Dopo anni e anni passati ad essere scambiata per ebrea dal russo di turno, vado nella mia patria putativa. Tov, tov….

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Sono tornata da Nuova Amsterdam e non vedo l'ora di andarmene dalla Vecchia.

Joni - da oggi lo chiamo acussi - mi aveva rincorso per giorni con la storia di questo suo amico che dovevo proprio incontrare che guarda caso sarebbe stato in New York just when I was there. I for my part, as usual not c'avevo bales. But who did it do me to meet his friend migliorissimo Allegedly? I went to New York to review Ingrid. To get away from these days without racing from one corner of Amsterdam, without too many people at work, too many words to university ', little sleep and too many carbohydrates in general.

For me New York and 'primarily house Ingrid, his family and walks in Central Park, next to which you have the chance to live.

I tried for a while 'to the vague. Like, you give me the number, in case you call it, you write the email then when I have two minutes, then I see ...

Which is not ' was my surprise when the day before I leave the mail migliorissimo friend Joni who writes to me stating your telephone number and his address above. The address? Well, the house opposite to that of Ingrid in New Jork. Divine plan? Case evil?