Family - Part 3. My brother, my brother! Kitchen Here we are again that perhaps maybe I can write the third part of the family! Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I present to you today my brother! Applause. End applause. Faces that are waiting.
Uhm ... and now that story?
Then, my brother ... yeah ... well ... here .. ah! They're Hot! name is Marco and 23 years. Yes it is smaller than me, though it seems, that I have not proved that age ... I wonder if anyone thinks we are twins ...
however, he is smaller, larger selves, but for the rest of the world he is certainly more "adult" to me. He works, he bought a car, and so does the 730 ... so it does not matter that I have a salary (but from the university), however, because until study = do nothing ... and some is also true ...
But let's move on. I now love my brother, but since he was born and until I have hated my high school! It was unbearable ... baby mama's boy with that attitude, so good, smiling and a bit stupid ...
My mother always tells the difference between him and me when we were born ... so just for sottilineare the difference ... I was crying all the time, I could not sleep, eat, etc. .. in short, as all children would add .. . but my brother was sleeping one night in a row, crying only when hungry, and When the morning was going to take it in bed, welcomed it with a smile! Even my mother has insinuated doubts that this child was completely normal ... also because he did not speak up to two years ... then one day suddenly began a discussion about why all of this and because of that more ... and that did not end the dream of a dumb brother is gone ...
Then we grew a bit and I started to make my Schiavetto! I remember perfectly the day, left alone at home, I started to do him any bullshit I could think of ... I had just got the Polaroid and decided it was time to use it! I still have those pictures and every time I look at me scompiscio laughter. I improvised a photographer, forcing a poor child to be the subject of my artwork, once dressed in bearskin cap with a pink tremendous, once in keeping with a lot of rain boots and umbrella, with an apple in the act of bite (I wonder who I had in mind ...) and so on. He condescended to anything! fantistico! But those times did not last long! then began to react, to grow and grow taller and stronger than me ... so my diabolical tactic has changed! now they are helpless little sister asking millions of favors to his great big brother! put it down here so it would seem a little bitch, I am a little, I know, but then Actually we have grown a few times but I would repeat the experiment of photos ... in the end I became a photographer it really! And that may well rank as the first "work" art!
