Small Inner Crisis Midsummer As the morning has also surprised me for a unexpected productivity - to meddle blog to announce the closure of the La Stampa - Chronicles is not entirely sure that Estonians should disappear, but ... well ... if we do not write it in complicated am defending the narcissism that is hidden in that blog - and to vent a bit 'here.
Alessandra Vanini Watching a video on Facebook I've come up with a list of things I did not do that anymore. Things a bit 'would kill to get back.
And so I decided to put a bit 'to see here if you write on the blog helps me to get out there but comfortable life noiosetta to start to take advantage of the days in a somewhat 'smarter.
I want to lose to the poor neighborhoods of Istanbul.
Travel is dead because I killed them I become meaningless. Once
, since it meant getting a visa is very doubtful for the regime in Belarus meet from dissident ... walk with the tight ass by the fear un'Istanbul fairytale before talking with a Nobel prize for literature ... be fingerprinted by police Russian with a fantastic mixture of ink and blood at the police station ... Ivangorod
Pass the border with mobile phones stolen after finally discovered how to eat the eggs ...
Now, like anything, since it has become to find a room at the Radisson, leave the credit card at the reception to pay mini-bar and a walk to find a restaurant good. Via H & M, which are the sales and there is always something stupid to use tonight.
Mamma mia.
I want to open Adobe Premiere
and lose hours, even days to make a fucking video that will never see anyone. Bury their heads in huge headphones and start listening to albums because albums - it is clear - without the appropriate music the videos are useless.
starting point and then ... ... ... ending point cut. And throw everything on After Effects to find that, after all, the video with too many effects are crap and it is better to start over to make a simpler one.
On Saturday and Sunday
Take a train, go to Sillamae and remember to bring your camera. Swimming pools with nuclear waste, the last port before Russia, the highest rate of HIV, in order of entrance of the whores and key facts of rabbit tails chopped off.
The last time? Two years ago.
End the night at 10 o'clock in Levikas.
Barrio Alto, or the clandestine before rushing to buy Pao rua com Chourizo in pink to Lisbon. Absurd to go to restaurants, to be threatened with fingers that move slowly under the throat, to be so tired that they need help to get home because - "oh, really. I sleep here. Go after. "While you're sitting on the sidewalk.
writing.
spent five years saying that - no, not a book I write more because I have stolen the computer and everything was there - is becoming an absurd excuse.
I once paid to travel and write. So much, in order not to feel guilty, give articles.
Today I rented an office where two interns write for the newspaper that in the meantime I opened. Result?
In that office, I do not even later. I remain on the door. Why is what makes me a bit 'between disgust and fear.
going to Berchidda.
The jazz festival. The slow train. The tent that can not be because the loss fastisdiosa before using it.
All gone?
To throw shit about Berlusconi
coffee table 11, only ordered Perrier for me, the book, all around the world.
That was life.
Oh, let's be clear. Fix the date of its marriage has devastating effects.