nearly stayed in Italy ...
arrive at baggage check-in counter and tipino looks at me and he says, "How many bags?", And I, "two!", And he, "oh well, it begins to give me my passport and then we'll see, you're in stand by "... and then I think, "sorry but if you see me for a little light red on the face?" but instead I ask only explanation ... Answer: "The flight is full, waiting lists and then close look" (she seemed to stand out of a nightclub, which depending on the entry list or not ...)
after a deep breath and began to look around me to explain my situation, trying to make logical sense what is not ... sell more tickets for seats on the plane actually present only on the basis of statistical considerations ... alright ... almost always ... here .. we were just out that "almost"
cmq in the end the place is and tipino adds, "ok parts, but you know there is a possibility that your bags arrive tomorrow, sometimes people do not take the baggage of overbooking , then I say, "in the charming town of Caracas, you know how many chances I have to see me get the luggage on the day after my arrival ?"... and then he comes out with the usual phrase soft / sad / pathetic / annoying ... "eh lo so, ma io non c'entro niente, sai, io gli sparerei a quelli che causano queste situazioni, che poi ci vado io di mezzo"
e va bene... allora stai meglio tu!
cmq partiamo, io e i miei bagagli, arrivati in orario e tutti interi (tutti e tre noi) dopo aver dormito troppo, anche succosamente sull'aereo, tra un film e uno snack. (parentesi filmica, sono riuscito a vedere "Ricatto d'amore" con Sandra Bullock e "Generazione mille euro" di un certo Venier, davvero davvero carini tutti e due, il primo più del secondo, classica commediola italiana, cmq piacevole)
Arrivo a Caracas e chi incontro? per la seconda volta (delle due) un terremoto accompagna la mia venuta. Questa volta un 7mo grado but rather violent murderess (only 14 wounded). Meanwhile smi 9 floors are done on foot with a suitcase and found the coat and a bedside lamp in the room unsteadily picture ... Fortunately, for now nothing
aftermath.
Today I went back to work after a Sunday spent in the name of full immersion in the fifth series of Lost ... I have seen 9 episodes ... Come back from work today I met the rain ... but not normal rain ... the PPIIOOGGGGIIAA .... honestly I never, absolutely never seen in my life so much water falling from the sky ... we were all lined up to 30km per hour, close neighbors to see the lights of the car in front to get a guide (I never wanted to be the first in line this time) and no one exceeded, never happened before ...
very cool to see that the highway for about twenty miles, without interruption, machinery walked in about ten feet of water ... cmq come home I unlined barattoletto Parmesan and pesto ... four home-made and now I'm ready for a nap ... more than ready ... have a dream ...
good waking up to you across the globe
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