Flickr meeting and that

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Originally uploaded by salvuzzo1

This picture was taken by Ernesto a.k.a. salvuzzo.
I met him and other interesting people at the Flickr meeting in Lecce on Saturday 1 March.
We met to take pictures of the city but ended up taking pictures of each other! We laughed so much! 🙂
I feel strange seeing myself as the subject of a photo. I’ve never really thought of myself as interesting at all. But I love these pictures and I would like to put them all here. It’s been a little ego-boost. 😉

Yesterday I bought some chocolates -some with a rhum filling, other ones with coffee… delicious. The man who sold them to me put a little chocolate heart in the bag with the others. It just made me smile.

But there’s no sorrows of young me without some little drama. Let’s talk about suffering then. It would be odd to read a totally happy post.
I get accused of things by my room mates. I’m getting tired of this and of suffering from it. I shall not get sad or mad anymore. I just don’t want to think about it because it’s not worth it. They won’t make me feel miserable anymore.

And there’s something strongly bugging me in the field of sentiments too. Just like a sting, a subtle pain that won’t leave me alone. I keep asking questions but get no answer.

My English is bugging me, too. I have to end this post before the Oxford Language Society sues me.

From Russia with love (lame title)

A Russian ship must have arrived in the harbour because we’ve been seeing foreign sailors around the town since this morning.

I just came back from the market where I saw one of them. My friend Camillo dared me to come up to him and talk to him, and after some hesitation I gathered my courage, fought against shyness and used the beloved idiom of germanic descent I love since I was 13.

“Good evening” – I didn’t even give him the time to answer my greeting- “Where are you from?”
“I was born in Saint Petersburg” he said, and smiled. He looked happy. “Are you happy?” I asked him. “I can’t understand”. Oh yes maybe he doesn’t know what happiness is. “How old are you?” “28” but he looked much younger.

And his name? I forgot to ask.
And I could not understand the name of the town his ship took sail from.