start with the facts: This morning I got up from bed with bales already 'engaged in a broad and continuous rotary motion, apparently without any reason.
While I try to get out of bed, have breakfast and make my proper person to appear in a public place like the Department (do not say a thing just to give an air of mystery to the place), I note that the rotational movement above does not cease . Above all, I can not even identify the reason.
Possessing a mind now diverted from 5 years to study physical, I try to apply the method of scientific inquiry to myself and to my mind, fearing the results of that investigation.
Survey reveals that totally unsuccessful in the path home - Universita '(yes, with capital letters), perhaps also because of the strange old man cocojo met on the bus, which meets a wide smile to my co gesture to give him a seat, however, and that 'this does not feel authorized to fill me with ciacole at eight in the morning. Estimated total for vecio.
Arrival in Uni, I turn on the pc, and I make the fatal mistake of opening and simultaneously Repubblica.it iIlfattoquotidiano.it.
Epiphany and Tragedy take place simultaneously. And I, fool that I also wondered why my workaholic bales would imitate in their rotary motion!
I live in a country where the Presindente Council goes to hell and does not resign, the mayor of the capital where he sees good to bring the total dismantling of Roma camps after tonight four kids are now ashes, where an idiot in sweater after signing an agreement to suicide thousands of workers say "yes bon, magneteme el cul, I move all in Ammmerica", where a mayor you can 'afford to take a plate of pasta with a girl of 4 years with the help of the headmaster of the school slut (yes, I said bitch, feminist arise as well, it beats me very little) and where, last in order, but not least in importance, people send photos to a newspaper-style bimbominkia as a form of rebellion against not just the government.
But all this should perhaps be used to, I think. The problem 'that there is' an item of news 'that makes it dramatically more' dramatic; I think the past five years has, almost like a mantra, "so after graduation I'm going away from this country, and I will be 'a free man."
Now that that was a hope and 'become a reality', I do not feel free, but defeated. That's' cause I eats so 'much; knows' if the generals who lost a battle and had the good fortune of waking up the next day, who knows' if they turned the ball so' much.
Just to reclaim my roots (ao!), open the newspaper every morning, print or multimedia, and read what happens in the country where I live, these seemingly innocuous gestures have become my own gauntlet.
Hope to go away and 'becomes in fact defeat the admission of a personal morality, a retreat where you do not even have the consolation of returning home.
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