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Monsieur Le Professeur

a few days ago I finished my wonderful French class ... started a little by accident, I must say that has proved unexpectedly fun.

To all the friends to whom I spoke seemed a little bullshit, but because there is an atavistic hatred of Galletti football ... probably more than anything else ...

However, beyond the target language, the course was interesting but the real treat were my classmates, but especially "Monsieur le professeur!", A true genius of comedy!

Being a summer course, the class number was thankfully small, on all eight. Tuesday and Thursday from 19 to 21, in Via Garibaldi. Beautiful at that hour.

My seven companions were almost all women (except Guido, my friend, with whom we met there. This, too, almost by lucky coincidence).

all different: a 'lawyer, an expert in Neapolitan celiac disease, a transplant, a English in Barcelona, \u200b\u200ban interpreter un'appena unemployed and waiting for a new job. And then me and then Guy, and Jean Francois le professeur.

Well, the group was well stocked and the professor who was improvising all sorts of song, joke or anecdote (always in French of course) made me think more than once that we were a group of self - help more than a course French ... moments of collective delirium (usually around eight in the evening ... maybe hypoglycemic) and jokes between friends ... basically a return to school ... So for everyone. really ... with a lot of jokes, airplanes, notes, laughing behind the Professor, listlessness, air holidays and end of course dinner! Raise your glasses! And even this is done! see you in September!

yes because I decided to continue ... and this time I also the contribution of the Province!

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hunters storms

Here I am, after months of absence to take up this poor man left to his own blog and on my last post is not encouraging psycho-physical situation! Today I read

hunters storms "are perosne who travel in search of bad weather. There is nothing that they passionate more of the close contact with a tornado or a tornado. Many do not do it for bravado but are interested in discovering how to develop lightning storms.

While all this is told by an astrologer (Rob Brezsny the International, the horoscope is better than us) I have to say that the hunter storms is a character metaphorically interesting ... but sometimes even a little stupid.

And even if by design is a little bit what I am. ... I just complicates life so as to better understand ... Bah.

Seeking the upset of life (mine but also of the other) because otherwise the sweet rectilinear motion devastate me. Of course you find yourself after a tornado sore and bruised and disheveled, and so on ... and every time I think of Dorothy and the house torn from its foundations and the Scarecrow and Tin Man and the Lion and the red shoes, and so on.

And then think about what I was wiser than a child now! Just yesterday I found an issue when I was in fourth grade (1991!) And I said that I would grow up to be a journalist, but travels! But why have not forgotten me? But why do I have to go to travel in search of a natural disaster? About

1: Okay revolution and upheaval, but also to build firmer foundations!

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Less This blog is not hurt that almost nobody reads them otherwise who knows what people think of me!