How Long Will Swelling Last Ankle

Strait is not so close

The place: Costa Concordia, booth 2237
YellowManiacs dear Yeah, I'm still recovering from a business trip and what follows is a story in brief four-day on one of the flagships of the Costa fleet, Concordia indeed, a monster floating 300 meters long. The ride is
Savona-Katakolon-Athens, with the first two ones separated by a day of sailing but also an interesting observation of our travel service in motion at full capacity.
It starts from Savona, where obviously the first meeting for boarding adventures: I was not magically in the list to sail, and then, having made it clear to the competent authorities of not being an illegal immigrant (with fluttering of papers, documents, emails and badge number), arrival on board to marry in my cabin. Quickly discarding the suitcase and off for a ride to the ship ...
... Meeting with the Chief Commissioner at six in the central hall. The scene from the film series C2 Group B:

the room behind me and follows me over, expanding the field. Overview of the lobby and elevators transparent.
Back at head height and frame with freeze frame and zoom on the Chief Commissioner.
Close up on me. Wave. Disperses into space. The Chief Commissioner
converges to the Help Desk Customer Service, just where I am.
Close up on me. Wave. Dispersed again in a vacuum. Mah
The Chief Commissioner is now next to me. The camera takes us both.
ME: Hello Chief!
YOU: Hello ... (look tentative)
IO: How are you?
HER: Well, well ... (look tentative. Mah)
IO: (zoom in on my eyes now catatonic) I Remember ... Di Stefano?
HER: AH! Sorry! Yeah yeah I had not recognized ...

short, starting with a bang.
At dinner I go down with the secretary in the crew area where I had the pleasure to dine throughout the journey. Beyond the business meeting, always interesting and for me a fundamental importance, as they are committed to building a constructive relationship with our players, I must say that the moments in my area crew have once again enabled to live - albeit briefly - and the air ' environment of the ship, its harmony of its charm ... No, no, I'm not saying I want to embark. My heart is secured to the ground and I intend to keep it "still on the tarmac, but I have great respect for people who really work with a passion and a conviction that I was inevitably unknown. So the night crew at the bar slip at the intersection of languages \u200b\u200bthat do not understand, from the Romanian to Portuguese rising from English (which I read with less difficulty, but 'is f *** ing music is too high and barely understand Italian!), and the effort that it takes me to try to extract some understanding of speech is the image of someone like me, new to this world sailor, trying to empathize with this reality for the better then take her dowry during their work day-by-day the desk.

time at sea was great, no gasp, deep purr of nights and days of work with the laptop on the terrace or in the bar (where a guest who would make the fortune of the third Povia tried several times to seduce me ... Needless to say , I just head for anything from ten days or so, although I came to ask me why - in the middle of 3400 guests on board well - I just have aroused such attention ... oh ... Darius is reading at this time, and trembling, I know).
The best moment? The next step in Stromboli and within the Straits of Messina, with the attached call on the sly before the camp returned to languish and eventually disappear, to reappear the next morning in the form of "VODAFONE GR" off Marathia Point.

I can not mention the shows in the theater (and theater!).
The first evening, a Genoese singer (which will be staged at the Theatre of Youth on the very day before our debut with "Do you want to know mine?") Has predominantly performed in parts of the European classical tradition, from Edith Piaf to Whitney Houston.
last week was the turn of the production costs, with eight dancers, four dancers and two singers, sets and lights goose bumps, as Americans would say, simply beautiful costumes and dancers to expectations, with many choral pieces (jazz style was 110% for the record) and interesting solutions both in the fees that the entrances and exits from the wings. The singers were very technical, especially powerful voices at the top. They all based on the demonstration of the extensions and capabilities of the original variation, and both are fully managed in order.
On Wednesday, last evening on board for me, the show mixed with acrobatics, juggling and sleight of Donnert Duo, who have really done everything and more. The scenes at did the rest: audience into ecstasy, strategic-deserved applause.

The evening ended pleasantly, still marked by a large international company. You have to go to bed, though. The next morning, bags packed, round of greetings, lunch on board and transfer to airport, accompanied by two colleagues boarded Genoese these days too.
The thrill is consumed at Rome airport, after being informed by a handsome but above piacione (???) officer that my flight is overbooked . I'm already in the work to perform in three acts (surprise - incazzatura - bitterly) "The Fall of Christ", when the desk is a train that has cancels your flight. Lock the orchestra conductor! Stop the extras! I take the flight, the taxi and I'm home.

A kiss ... well ... lots of kisses and goodnight to the world.

How Long Will Swelling Last Ankle

Strait is not so close

The place: Costa Concordia, booth 2237
YellowManiacs dear Yeah, I'm still recovering from a business trip and what follows is a story in brief four-day on one of the flagships of the Costa fleet, Concordia indeed, a monster floating 300 meters long. The ride is
Savona-Katakolon-Athens, with the first two ones separated by a day of sailing but also an interesting observation of our travel service in motion at full capacity.
It starts from Savona, where obviously the first meeting for boarding adventures: I was not magically in the list to sail, and then, having made it clear to the competent authorities of not being an illegal immigrant (with fluttering of papers, documents, emails and badge number), arrival on board to marry in my cabin. Quickly discarding the suitcase and off for a ride to the ship ...
... Meeting with the Chief Commissioner at six in the central hall. The scene from the film series C2 Group B:

the room behind me and follows me over, expanding the field. Overview of the lobby and elevators transparent.
Back at head height and frame with freeze frame and zoom on the Chief Commissioner.
Close up on me. Wave. Disperses into space. The Chief Commissioner
converges to the Help Desk Customer Service, just where I am.
Close up on me. Wave. Dispersed again in a vacuum. Mah
The Chief Commissioner is now next to me. The camera takes us both.
ME: Hello Chief!
YOU: Hello ... (look tentative)
IO: How are you?
HER: Well, well ... (look tentative. Mah)
IO: (zoom in on my eyes now catatonic) I Remember ... Di Stefano?
HER: AH! Sorry! Yeah yeah I had not recognized ...

short, starting with a bang.
At dinner I go down with the secretary in the crew area where I had the pleasure to dine throughout the journey. Beyond the business meeting, always interesting and for me a fundamental importance, as they are committed to building a constructive relationship with our players, I must say that the moments in my area crew have once again enabled to live - albeit briefly - and the air ' environment of the ship, its harmony of its charm ... No, no, I'm not saying I want to embark. My heart is secured to the ground and I intend to keep it "still on the tarmac, but I have great respect for people who really work with a passion and a conviction that I was inevitably unknown. So the night crew at the bar slip at the intersection of languages \u200b\u200bthat do not understand, from the Romanian to Portuguese rising from English (which I read with less difficulty, but 'is f *** ing music is too high and barely understand Italian!), and the effort that it takes me to try to extract some understanding of speech is the image of someone like me, new to this world sailor, trying to empathize with this reality for the better then take her dowry during their work day-by-day the desk.

time at sea was great, no gasp, deep purr of nights and days of work with the laptop on the terrace or in the bar (where a guest who would make the fortune of the third Povia tried several times to seduce me ... Needless to say , I just head for anything from ten days or so, although I came to ask me why - in the middle of 3400 guests on board well - I just have aroused such attention ... oh ... Darius is reading at this time, and trembling, I know).
The best moment? The next step in Stromboli and within the Straits of Messina, with the attached call on the sly before the camp returned to languish and eventually disappear, to reappear the next morning in the form of "VODAFONE GR" off Marathia Point.

I can not mention the shows in the theater (and theater!).
The first evening, a Genoese singer (which will be staged at the Theatre of Youth on the very day before our debut with "Do you want to know mine?") Has predominantly performed in parts of the European classical tradition, from Edith Piaf to Whitney Houston.
last week was the turn of the production costs, with eight dancers, four dancers and two singers, sets and lights goose bumps, as Americans would say, simply beautiful costumes and dancers to expectations, with many choral pieces (jazz style was 110% for the record) and interesting solutions both in the fees that the entrances and exits from the wings. The singers were very technical, especially powerful voices at the top. They all based on the demonstration of the extensions and capabilities of the original variation, and both are fully managed in order.
On Wednesday, last evening on board for me, the show mixed with acrobatics, juggling and sleight of Donnert Duo, who have really done everything and more. The scenes at did the rest: audience into ecstasy, strategic-deserved applause.

The evening ended pleasantly, still marked by a large international company. You have to go to bed, though. The next morning, bags packed, round of greetings, lunch on board and transfer to airport, accompanied by two colleagues boarded Genoese these days too.
The thrill is consumed at Rome airport, after being informed by a handsome but above piacione (???) officer that my flight is overbooked . I'm already in the work to perform in three acts (surprise - incazzatura - bitterly) "The Fall of Christ", when the desk is a train that has cancels your flight. Lock the orchestra conductor! Stop the extras! I take the flight, the taxi and I'm home.

A kiss ... well ... lots of kisses and goodnight to the world.

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Sea, smell of the sea

Who writes Fury Yellow is your friendly neighborhood. So far nothing new. It is where the to define a new perspective: it renews a tradition already experienced in the past, namely that the interventions "on post-eriori" to tell my three-day Portuguese and English - on board a Costa ship!
Music, teacher ...


TUESDAY, February 17 After two and a half years of operations "hit and run" on board all ships in the fleet (excluding Allegra alas, I do not want my colleagues of the Far East), it's time to live near the heart of the company (sometimes from the ground tend to forget that the cabin ... in fact, the raft, they send out their literally). The journey begins
But last night, packing his bags to the tune of X-Factor ... By the way, have you heard "Is not No Sunshine" starring Naomi? Creepy stuff! I absolutely have to cover the trovatre made by Caterina Caselli: no, not turn up their noses, as that if you are on this page, you owe it also to golden helmet, which covers the most famous "Mellow Yellow" Donovan recalls the very title of my beloved blog.
Anyway, forget my usual disquisition singing because there is to go to bed early with the alarm that I expect the gap of 2:30 (you read that correctly, yes: a dancer of my acquaintance would say "let's talk, Wake-up "). At 3:15 are the brand Fiat Idea rental, destination Linate. The electronic ticket escort me in Funchal, Madeira Island (as exotic names? Other than sabbu Camuggi dumenega Pra ) with a stopover in Lisbon.
The first note of color is given by the flight, served by TAP (Society of the Portuguese flag), clocked by ads in English and Portuguese ... just for someone like me who hates the girl out of all proportion Brazilian Paperissima, you can imagine the pleasure for hours to hear around me Surrogates of the strange frequency similar to the Genoese, of course, but unfortunately, like the girl of Paperissima. The greatest desire was thrown into a pond and then the end of Beethoven ... Nothing pond. Patience.
Madeira airport reminds me of Covent Garden, with all walls painted tiles. The landscape just makes me feel at ease, perhaps for this very Ligurian landscape that surrounds me, made of sea on one side and wooded hills on the other side.
The driver is a madman, running as if I had to undergo open heart surgery (another trip like that and I will for sure, this intervention) and the only way to defuse tension and groped to try to understand what he's telling me ... My fault: I said the only word I place in the Portuguese "obrigado", when you took care of my luggage, and now thinks he has faced at least a third cousin Toquinho. Of all the speeches I have understood only that Cristiano Ronaldo was born on the island, in the village of San Antonio. The rest is dispersed into nothingness, often during his tone of voice that would shiver down priest Jesus Christ Superstar .
Phew, I do many digressions: anyway, you get on board and now I have to specify to the receptionist that I do not want to be given the "you" (I'm only 27 years, eccheccà!) And a gentle electrical technician with me to my hermitage. It's official: I am a cruise.
I am writing from Deck 7, the bubbling whirlpool next to me on my head and a bright sun: a full stomach (at Costa Marina eat buffet at large) cup of coffee on the table and along the laptop. Met. Among
a bit 'I really put in motion: my first day at work is about to begin, it will disguise himself as a serious person. Until next time ...
... Back in the cabin, the day passed quickly and I found the receptionist and secretary to the Chief Commissioner of the gentle maidens who escorted me everywhere, especially in the for-me-maze-area crew. Dinner at the restaurant, the show at the theater (to the delight of the target, the elderly, for the vast majority, he performs an ultra-technical melodic Neapolitan singer, author of a pleasing succession of arias of operas and operettas internationally. Beautiful performance, bravo! ) and finally ends with a flourish with two classes at the crew bar. It turns out the light on the first day on board, we hope to sleep ... you know I always have great difficulty falling asleep ... zzz zzz zzz zzz

WEDNESDAY February 18
The alarm rings and in less than no time are in the shower (just as hot as I want it movingly ... ... we are all together a prayer of thanksgiving for the Teutonic San Boiler , protector of the mixers ), quick-change (seeeempre informal, as decided, ordered and perpetrated with my head) and breakfast (we all do with a prayer of thanksgiving for the French Croissant San , protector of the rich breakfast buffet).
Participates in the first three meetings of staff where I was pleasantly "pocketed", then more work, excellent lunch (noodles with meat sauce that deserve the gratitude of my stomach acid) and afternoon alternate between a bit 'of outdoor work (is a day of browsing, you can enjoy the breeze with the screen of the laptop to be my windscreen) and relaxation looking fellow that worked great with the guests.
After his recent engagements, it's time for dinner (the company, the waiters and the food make sure the high time of day) and then off to walk along the bridges with colleagues just met but with whom it was enough really just to feel at ease, leaving talk of life on board, the inevitable question about why he never worked on board (the short answer is "musical", but for the 'common interlocutor's speech must be inevitably described in more detail), and of course you fall to talk about the concept of radiopoppa , or "everyone knows everything about everyone, and you do not know what is invented. After all, every ship is a country and as you know the country is small and more and more people murmurs ... Nothing new, in fact.
I leave the other, ready for a nap, but when I decide to take the camera and groped a picture of the Moroccan and English banks, we are experiencing at that moment: mission failed miserably, as the machine is not really "professcional" , sin.
I light the lamp and I put in blankets, hoping to get some sleep because at dinner I ate some 'trop ... zzz zzz zzz zzz

THURSDAY February 19
This brings us to the last day of the trip. The alarm clock this morning really gave me trouble, maybe because I went to sleep Tardino yesterday, because I know that I want to pack up, and the thing I regret a lot (now that I began to juggle area guests, crew mess and above the bar of 'crew ... cruel fate). There is already moving on the bridges, the first trip is scheduled for eight o'clock and I at that time I sit down to breakfast with the lifeboats below me to separate the view from the nearby quay.
The clouds opened at the beginning of my last two "official duties" on board: Malaga welcomes us with sunshine and a temperature of the spring to sing. The work flows and here I am again in the cabin, committed against deja vu between shirts and pants, put on my traveling companion.
A lunch in the sun (my kids how hard it is to land), a couple of text messages (when will fly to Genoa?) And the classic coffee.
I know the air and the scent of a beautiful garden Malagueñon (you say so? I doubt very much) to the script of "Want to know mine?", Then stroll to the center dressed in their Sunday best (Malaga has been named European Capital for Culture 2016) and taxis, towards the airport.

And now? Well, now the beautiful voice sing in Sanremo Arisa "sincerity" to the accompaniment of Lelio Luttazzi (tomorrow scaricatevi video from YouTube, you will not regret ...). This
vuoldire that I'm back home. And that just ended three days of this are so many good memories, a wealth of experience and obviously I was missing - like all the new tracks - is mostly the hope of being able to convey even a bit 'of my enthusiasm and confidence I place in my company and the work I do.
To earn the respect of the border the road is still very, very, very long, I know, but you will have to begin somewhere, no?

Goodnight tut ...... zzz zzz zzz zzz

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Sea, smell of the sea

Who writes Fury Yellow is your friendly neighborhood. So far nothing new. It is where the to define a new perspective: it renews a tradition already experienced in the past, namely that the interventions "on post-eriori" to tell my three-day Portuguese and English - on board a Costa ship!
Music, teacher ...


TUESDAY, February 17 After two and a half years of operations "hit and run" on board all ships in the fleet (excluding Allegra alas, I do not want my colleagues of the Far East), it's time to live near the heart of the company (sometimes from the ground tend to forget that the cabin ... in fact, the raft, they send out their literally). The journey begins
But last night, packing his bags to the tune of X-Factor ... By the way, have you heard "Is not No Sunshine" starring Naomi? Creepy stuff! I absolutely have to cover the trovatre made by Caterina Caselli: no, not turn up their noses, as that if you are on this page, you owe it also to golden helmet, which covers the most famous "Mellow Yellow" Donovan recalls the very title of my beloved blog.
Anyway, forget my usual disquisition singing because there is to go to bed early with the alarm that I expect the gap of 2:30 (you read that correctly, yes: a dancer of my acquaintance would say "let's talk, Wake-up "). At 3:15 are the brand Fiat Idea rental, destination Linate. The electronic ticket escort me in Funchal, Madeira Island (as exotic names? Other than sabbu Camuggi dumenega Pra ) with a stopover in Lisbon.
The first note of color is given by the flight, served by TAP (Society of the Portuguese flag), clocked by ads in English and Portuguese ... just for someone like me who hates the girl out of all proportion Brazilian Paperissima, you can imagine the pleasure for hours to hear around me Surrogates of the strange frequency similar to the Genoese, of course, but unfortunately, like the girl of Paperissima. The greatest desire was thrown into a pond and then the end of Beethoven ... Nothing pond. Patience.
Madeira airport reminds me of Covent Garden, with all walls painted tiles. The landscape just makes me feel at ease, perhaps for this very Ligurian landscape that surrounds me, made of sea on one side and wooded hills on the other side.
The driver is a madman, running as if I had to undergo open heart surgery (another trip like that and I will for sure, this intervention) and the only way to defuse tension and groped to try to understand what he's telling me ... My fault: I said the only word I place in the Portuguese "obrigado", when you took care of my luggage, and now thinks he has faced at least a third cousin Toquinho. Of all the speeches I have understood only that Cristiano Ronaldo was born on the island, in the village of San Antonio. The rest is dispersed into nothingness, often during his tone of voice that would shiver down priest Jesus Christ Superstar .
Phew, I do many digressions: anyway, you get on board and now I have to specify to the receptionist that I do not want to be given the "you" (I'm only 27 years, eccheccà!) And a gentle electrical technician with me to my hermitage. It's official: I am a cruise.
I am writing from Deck 7, the bubbling whirlpool next to me on my head and a bright sun: a full stomach (at Costa Marina eat buffet at large) cup of coffee on the table and along the laptop. Met. Among
a bit 'I really put in motion: my first day at work is about to begin, it will disguise himself as a serious person. Until next time ...
... Back in the cabin, the day passed quickly and I found the receptionist and secretary to the Chief Commissioner of the gentle maidens who escorted me everywhere, especially in the for-me-maze-area crew. Dinner at the restaurant, the show at the theater (to the delight of the target, the elderly, for the vast majority, he performs an ultra-technical melodic Neapolitan singer, author of a pleasing succession of arias of operas and operettas internationally. Beautiful performance, bravo! ) and finally ends with a flourish with two classes at the crew bar. It turns out the light on the first day on board, we hope to sleep ... you know I always have great difficulty falling asleep ... zzz zzz zzz zzz

WEDNESDAY February 18
The alarm rings and in less than no time are in the shower (just as hot as I want it movingly ... ... we are all together a prayer of thanksgiving for the Teutonic San Boiler , protector of the mixers ), quick-change (seeeempre informal, as decided, ordered and perpetrated with my head) and breakfast (we all do with a prayer of thanksgiving for the French Croissant San , protector of the rich breakfast buffet).
Participates in the first three meetings of staff where I was pleasantly "pocketed", then more work, excellent lunch (noodles with meat sauce that deserve the gratitude of my stomach acid) and afternoon alternate between a bit 'of outdoor work (is a day of browsing, you can enjoy the breeze with the screen of the laptop to be my windscreen) and relaxation looking fellow that worked great with the guests.
After his recent engagements, it's time for dinner (the company, the waiters and the food make sure the high time of day) and then off to walk along the bridges with colleagues just met but with whom it was enough really just to feel at ease, leaving talk of life on board, the inevitable question about why he never worked on board (the short answer is "musical", but for the 'common interlocutor's speech must be inevitably described in more detail), and of course you fall to talk about the concept of radiopoppa , or "everyone knows everything about everyone, and you do not know what is invented. After all, every ship is a country and as you know the country is small and more and more people murmurs ... Nothing new, in fact.
I leave the other, ready for a nap, but when I decide to take the camera and groped a picture of the Moroccan and English banks, we are experiencing at that moment: mission failed miserably, as the machine is not really "professcional" , sin.
I light the lamp and I put in blankets, hoping to get some sleep because at dinner I ate some 'trop ... zzz zzz zzz zzz

THURSDAY February 19
This brings us to the last day of the trip. The alarm clock this morning really gave me trouble, maybe because I went to sleep Tardino yesterday, because I know that I want to pack up, and the thing I regret a lot (now that I began to juggle area guests, crew mess and above the bar of 'crew ... cruel fate). There is already moving on the bridges, the first trip is scheduled for eight o'clock and I at that time I sit down to breakfast with the lifeboats below me to separate the view from the nearby quay.
The clouds opened at the beginning of my last two "official duties" on board: Malaga welcomes us with sunshine and a temperature of the spring to sing. The work flows and here I am again in the cabin, committed against deja vu between shirts and pants, put on my traveling companion.
A lunch in the sun (my kids how hard it is to land), a couple of text messages (when will fly to Genoa?) And the classic coffee.
I know the air and the scent of a beautiful garden Malagueñon (you say so? I doubt very much) to the script of "Want to know mine?", Then stroll to the center dressed in their Sunday best (Malaga has been named European Capital for Culture 2016) and taxis, towards the airport.

And now? Well, now the beautiful voice sing in Sanremo Arisa "sincerity" to the accompaniment of Lelio Luttazzi (tomorrow scaricatevi video from YouTube, you will not regret ...). This
vuoldire that I'm back home. And that just ended three days of this are so many good memories, a wealth of experience and obviously I was missing - like all the new tracks - is mostly the hope of being able to convey even a bit 'of my enthusiasm and confidence I place in my company and the work I do.
To earn the respect of the border the road is still very, very, very long, I know, but you will have to begin somewhere, no?

Goodnight tut ...... zzz zzz zzz zzz

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recap ...

Uff you're right, it's been a lot of days. But in my defense (which you accept my apology or not, is not my business) I can say that these days have been straimpegnato and this post is an attempt (pathetic, I know ...) to summarize the events .

One important change was the recent return in goal at a competitive level, in the sense that friends Atletico Petone (Find them on Facebook, have created a specific group), which by the way not seen since graduation, were left without the two goalies and so they have deployed the-qui-me-this-same. What can I say. All at once the tension has returned the kick off, the adrenaline of the championships in Multedo, or almost always suffering (the game we had not even a panchinaro), the desire to do well ... I was satisfied that pretty good, if not for a heck of clumsy intervention (even today I have not given a plausible explanation) which led the opposition (of which I do not know even the name, did not interest me much) at 3-2. For the record, we lost 4-2, we could stay for hours to discuss the turn of the game that could have taken without my mistake. The fact is that the opponents have taken hold of the game from the start, going to door and collecting very often in the end only a fraction of what you have built. But at 2-2 the opposite of everything and anything could happen ... and in a sense, you could say that was it.
Needless to hide my disappointment, largely because not otherwise could not be satisfied with my performance, especially dreading leaving my rejected any court or wrong position. From those points of view, everything went smoothly. Waiting for next meeting, every Tuesday I keep "hot" with friends of the university center, by which I'm remembering the old teachings of my different preparations (all the Pastorino good, which over the last 2 years made me feel really Multedo important ... it seems like yesterday).

You get to last Saturday, great day for 2PW. The debut Collesalvetti - 15 months after a show in payment for our dear beloved promotion - actually began the previous day, with a phone call around 18. And 'John, the operator of the indoor stadium: terrible tornado in the country, building flooded, frozen blood, brain cleared, underpants full of m. .. oh well you understand, you need not concluding the ascending climax of the situation.
began a round of endless phone calls Mark to tell him, Eros - the only one hill - to ask for an inspection of the flight and the first appointment the next morning to find out our fate ... I go out at night, I enjoy along with a friend much needed relaxing evening and Jazz (see hustler in line!) and go to sleep with thoughts, words, notes and whisper.
The next morning the calls started again ... we can, we must leave. The operator of the Palace wants to cancel the first drop of new rain, but now need more than that to stop the troop.
Preparations spin on the show not bad, a huge deployment of forces for a show we wanted, we had to remember a long time.
In the briefing, ever so long and detailed, I was honest: bad weather there was little public suppose, and maybe even too "hot" ... But the legendary Joe Natta on Facebook had foreseen what has happened: "The story we will wrong, "she wrote on my wall, and the story gave me wrong. 162 spectators, like hot pancakes, the boys - all boys, the staff such as security, cashiers as engineers, the great emcee Alexander and the protagonists in the ring - have thrown their hearts to the public, and the result is was fantastic.
not hide the emotion in my debut in the control room, seeing what was happening in the stands. Next meeting April 11 at the next hill, log on 2PW official website for more details.

In the next intervention (tomorrow?) I will speak of two shows I saw recently at the theater, but both very different from each other interesting.

is closed then the hustler, and the spotlight will illuminate the Blue Ravecca , a village near St. Augustine's Square that offers great nights of live music in an intimate but at the same time free-range , both the good as exclusive. The acoustics are very good and the quality of the performers alone has built the reputation of this "appointed place" to live music in Genoa. Highly recommended to all lovers of music, strictly with the M capitalized.

you soon (maybe no, I assure you nothing ...)

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recap ...

Uff you're right, it's been a lot of days. But in my defense (which you accept my apology or not, is not my business) I can say that these days have been straimpegnato and this post is an attempt (pathetic, I know ...) to summarize the events .

One important change was the recent return in goal at a competitive level, in the sense that friends Atletico Petone (Find them on Facebook, have created a specific group), which by the way not seen since graduation, were left without the two goalies and so they have deployed the-qui-me-this-same. What can I say. All at once the tension has returned the kick off, the adrenaline of the championships in Multedo, or almost always suffering (the game we had not even a panchinaro), the desire to do well ... I was satisfied that pretty good, if not for a heck of clumsy intervention (even today I have not given a plausible explanation) which led the opposition (of which I do not know even the name, did not interest me much) at 3-2. For the record, we lost 4-2, we could stay for hours to discuss the turn of the game that could have taken without my mistake. The fact is that the opponents have taken hold of the game from the start, going to door and collecting very often in the end only a fraction of what you have built. But at 2-2 the opposite of everything and anything could happen ... and in a sense, you could say that was it.
Needless to hide my disappointment, largely because not otherwise could not be satisfied with my performance, especially dreading leaving my rejected any court or wrong position. From those points of view, everything went smoothly. Waiting for next meeting, every Tuesday I keep "hot" with friends of the university center, by which I'm remembering the old teachings of my different preparations (all the Pastorino good, which over the last 2 years made me feel really Multedo important ... it seems like yesterday).

You get to last Saturday, great day for 2PW. The debut Collesalvetti - 15 months after a show in payment for our dear beloved promotion - actually began the previous day, with a phone call around 18. And 'John, the operator of the indoor stadium: terrible tornado in the country, building flooded, frozen blood, brain cleared, underpants full of m. .. oh well you understand, you need not concluding the ascending climax of the situation.
began a round of endless phone calls Mark to tell him, Eros - the only one hill - to ask for an inspection of the flight and the first appointment the next morning to find out our fate ... I go out at night, I enjoy along with a friend much needed relaxing evening and Jazz (see hustler in line!) and go to sleep with thoughts, words, notes and whisper.
The next morning the calls started again ... we can, we must leave. The operator of the Palace wants to cancel the first drop of new rain, but now need more than that to stop the troop.
Preparations spin on the show not bad, a huge deployment of forces for a show we wanted, we had to remember a long time.
In the briefing, ever so long and detailed, I was honest: bad weather there was little public suppose, and maybe even too "hot" ... But the legendary Joe Natta on Facebook had foreseen what has happened: "The story we will wrong, "she wrote on my wall, and the story gave me wrong. 162 spectators, like hot pancakes, the boys - all boys, the staff such as security, cashiers as engineers, the great emcee Alexander and the protagonists in the ring - have thrown their hearts to the public, and the result is was fantastic.
not hide the emotion in my debut in the control room, seeing what was happening in the stands. Next meeting April 11 at the next hill, log on 2PW official website for more details.

In the next intervention (tomorrow?) I will speak of two shows I saw recently at the theater, but both very different from each other interesting.

is closed then the hustler, and the spotlight will illuminate the Blue Ravecca , a village near St. Augustine's Square that offers great nights of live music in an intimate but at the same time free-range , both the good as exclusive. The acoustics are very good and the quality of the performers alone has built the reputation of this "appointed place" to live music in Genoa. Highly recommended to all lovers of music, strictly with the M capitalized.

you soon (maybe no, I assure you nothing ...)