... o perlomeno, l'ignoranza aiuta a vivere meglio. Questo è un dato di fatto che ho provato sulla mia pelle. Non più tardi di qualche giorno fa in un supermercato. E' stata un intuizione, seguita da una sgradevole consapevolezza. Ma forse è meglio andare per ordine. Quest'anno la meta delle vacanze è stata Londra come ormai anche i sassi avranno capito. Finalmente, come tutti gli anni fuori dall'Italia, se Dio vuole. Dicevo, vacanze meravigliose, soprattutto perché in compagnia della mia Fairy. About the place I will not go talking about it, it seems superfluous, because I believe that there is now also gone the pig. It 'still a beautiful and cosmopolitan city that offers endless possibilities of life that is working. In fact some of my friends would also like to work and stay somewhere else wants to come back to life. Personally, I like a tourist but never would live there. Too chaotic, but as they say in these cases, de bus tastes. For the record, I have not seen Calledda , before anyone asks. And with that, even for this year, the holiday guide is filed. Returning to my intuition, for me, because I have to give holiday is really 'I'm fucking country otherwise I can not relax. I have to forget everything I've done, seen and heard until the day before and immerse myself in a different reality. This I can do very well abroad. Also not knowing the language and the opportunity to be bombarded by the media is very poor. It creates a kind of blessed water resistance. So, no Berlusconi, no Crown. No Chinese companies that steal their jobs. Nothing Pratesi fucking decorated with bows and covered. No crisis of governance. In other words, nothing of the hundreds of crap given to us all the time, only reality. Of course when I try to maintain a state of relative isolation, because when there is the well-being, should be done last as long as possible. At least until you go into a supermarket and getting caught by the random radio news wire distribution. Seek refuge in the electronics store and see a shift battalion forty-two inch plasma televisions that broadcast the Tg1. Then you realize that if they come back, you know that nothing has changed, you know that you have kept warm the same old shit, you know you have to go see the site of low-cost very quickly.
