Sunday, April 15, 2007

Pokemonvisual Advanced



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….

Il mio italiano peggiora di ora in ora. Lo parlo sempre meno e lo scrivo per sbaglio

Friday, April 13, 2007

Wedding Program Letters



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?