Freedom to blog means freedom to think!
I can't believe that in Italy with no shame at all, and actually with a hint of proud our politician are ready to endorse a law that will bound the freedom of speach.

What does scare me on top of that is to know that the hand which is trying to narrow our blogs and somewhere try to tax us even before any mere profit has been made is the very same one which fork out hundreds of milions every year to support the already rich Newspaper cosporation!

And again with stile very much from this government "add insult to the injury" those pseudo politician, mask everything as an act of glory!

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I've been in Romania many time and I've plenty of memories about that country, most of which are good ones.

But I like to recall one episode that took place in a night train on my way back to Bucuresti from Bacau, that is about 9hours journey during which I found me in the same compartment with a man on his forties.

I vividly remember the eager way he was glancing at me that oppose to my absent and quite sleepy gaze, I must specify here that as I water proof tested (and nearly patent) when it's time to travel I prepare myself with NO sleep at all, but since I'm keep missing flights or trains stops, I'm having a hard time to prove it.

Anyhow in that cold train we quickly found ourself in an animated converstion that would have kept us awake for the whole time of the travel (at least most of that for me)

This I reckon it's pretty amazing, because you have to realize that we weren't speaking the same language, AT ALL!

I was actally able to use a handfull of rumenian words but on the other hand my opposite hadn't even the capacity to say a turistic and common "Ciao Bella" or "MammaMia".

He was waiting nothing but to be thrown in a conversation with ME, holding at that point the foreigner role, so he started on sharing with me his point of view, he told me his stories of everyday struggle-life and his desire to tell me about his stories was second only to that of knowing mines, what were my opinion about his beloved country and then I remeber him being very concern about how much I did enjoy my time overthere and what my feelings were.

In short we spent a great time even if every now and then I must admit I suddenly felt asleep. but the point is just here! Since everytime I woke up he was there as much shy to bother me then eager to resume our conversation.
And who know me can bet I was as happy as him to carry on our talk! So this is how we kept chatting and laughing all the night!

The all meaning of this brief story is that if you dont' speak the same language it doesn't matter as far as you want to comunicate is very easy to do it, or actually it's not, but if you are tuly interested in what the person in front of you have to tell you the language is an easy obstacle.

Therefore remember, (and here I'm adressing to All the people who are native speaking) Therefore remember that when you meet somebody that is not fluent as you, this it doesn't mean He/her is stupid! Our level of mastering the language doesn't rappresent our level of wit.

Often is enough do the little (big for s.b.) effort to L I S T E N what other people have to tell us for coming back home lot richer!

The Blue Man

..."Strangers," the Blue Man said,
"are just family you have yet to come to know."...



With friends is a strange alchemy, i mean true friends, and I remember still the sound of my father voice telling me that if I was to be lucky in my whole life I could count true friend on the tip of my finger and using a single hand! Well few years later I can say that I feel quite lucky! And the uncommon thing that usually happen with old buddies is that the time seems not to flow, at all!

I was back in Italy after many months and a friend of Matteo made us notice how strange was for her the way we were speaking, because the feeling was of people that has just met a day earlier!
And was all normal for us, probably the fact we had known each other since ages did help quite a bit! But if with Matteo is a great relationship that we build up during an entire life i like to recall when we were up to organize one trip to Romania (Brasov to be accurate) that suddenly one night very much close to the departure day I was informed that two other unknown guys were up to join us.

Now, it's true I am a very outgoing person but at the same time my first feeling was very doubtful indeed I didn't want like to compromise my journey plan to mach other people (which I didn't even know) needs. Well in brief I couldn't be more wrong, that trip to Brasov has been Memorable as never before or since! Highly enjoyable, at intervals comically and sometimes annoying.

But now looking backwards I can connect the dots and see how, on that week or so we lay the foundation for a genuine friendship that won't fade with distance or time!