Germano I think if anything is going to do the volunteer at the Meeting , should act as a driver. He took me to board flights from Rimini with a perfect guide, but the icing was the piadineria hidden on a hill that only he knows. Excellent flat bread and excellent guide. What? Germano is already the driver at the Rimini Meeting for years? I do not know, he speaks little and does not confirm. We break the entrance last day of pre Meeting, he goes to take his service (driver?), I have mine. Through the huge fair with my suitcase, very hot, some volunteers svaccato destroyed as a dead body and I can not help but think that here is yet to air. Stands, exhibitions, restaurants. Lacks almost all the ground there are paint cans, walls to be lifted. I say, but tomorrow begins the Meeting, not make it to never finish in time. I do not know. I take service in our room bunker with no windows and of course air conditioning is not working. One by one, come all, in the end we are about fifteen (our staff plus some nice volunteer, as a Roman de 'Roma misfortune that his place beside me just hours before the Super Cup Inter-Roma ...) and in the heat is obscene. My friend Camilla disappears and returns shortly after with a nice fan square in the middle between me and her. Cosìva better. I do my first interview, Alfredo Minucci , the Neapolitan singer that everyone likes so much, but I do not like the Neapolitan song. But he does not tell you. In reality he is really good. E 'is also nice, but they are all more or less the Neapolitans, but also tells me a lot of beautiful things. For example, I cited these words of Don Giussani Naples that he did understand the true meaning of these songs: "The Neapolitan songs tell love so great that love can never die." Adesso lo capisco anche io, le cose vere non finiscono mai, come le canzoni e l'amore. Poi si lavora, problemi tecnici, casini vari. Esco fuori della sala stampa a fumare una sigaretta. Davanti al mio ufficio un enorme foto di don Giussani e la mostra a lui dedicata. Non è un caso penso. Guardo da quassù il Meeting e mi commuovo un po’. Non è una roba normale il Meeting. E’ una presenza che si impone. Come il mio caporedattore. Che scassa i marroni ma capisco che anche lui ha un senso. Mi fa da memoria. Come la foto del Gius. Io sarei altrove se no. Sarei messo male, molto più di quanto comunque non sia. Sono fortunato mentre guardo da quassù Meeting, penso. Non sono mai solo, non sono mai stato lasciato solo. Stamattina, Sunday, we come to the Meeting a couple of hours before the gates open. I'm shocked. It 's all in perfect order and ready. Every show, every stand, every restaurant. Who was here tonight? I do not know. I do not know anything. I, as said Micucci, I trust only. Meanwhile, I can tease my classmate, the Roman: "You saw that in the field with Adriano Inter always wins." Yeah, too bad for them that mo'gioca Adriano in Rome ... Grande Inter. http://www.ilsussidiario.net/News/Editoriale/2010/8/22/Liberi-senza-finzioni/107540/ Meeting stay tuned for more adventures ... Day two tomorrow .. Meanwhile, this year we also have news, and we did, namely those of my writing, not bad:
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Clansphere Templates Rot
Meeting / Shooting Star Day One
Germano I think if anything is going to do the volunteer at the Meeting , should act as a driver. He took me to board flights from Rimini with a perfect guide, but the icing was the piadineria hidden on a hill that only he knows. Excellent flat bread and excellent guide. What? Germano is already the driver at the Rimini Meeting for years? I do not know, he speaks little and does not confirm. We break the entrance last day of pre Meeting, he goes to take his service (driver?), I have mine. Through the huge fair with my suitcase, very hot, some volunteers svaccato destroyed as a dead body and I can not help but think that here is yet to air. Stands, exhibitions, restaurants. Lacks almost all the ground there are paint cans, walls to be lifted. I say, but tomorrow begins the Meeting, not make it to never finish in time. I do not know. I take service in our room bunker with no windows and of course air conditioning is not working. One by one, come all, in the end we are about fifteen (our staff plus some nice volunteer, as a Roman de 'Roma misfortune that his place beside me just hours before the Super Cup Inter-Roma ...) and in the heat is obscene. My friend Camilla disappears and returns shortly after with a nice fan square in the middle between me and her. Cosìva better. I do my first interview, Alfredo Minucci , the Neapolitan singer that everyone likes so much, but I do not like the Neapolitan song. But he does not tell you. In reality he is really good. E 'is also nice, but they are all more or less the Neapolitans, but also tells me a lot of beautiful things. For example, I cited these words of Don Giussani Naples that he did understand the true meaning of these songs: "The Neapolitan songs tell love so great that love can never die." Adesso lo capisco anche io, le cose vere non finiscono mai, come le canzoni e l'amore. Poi si lavora, problemi tecnici, casini vari. Esco fuori della sala stampa a fumare una sigaretta. Davanti al mio ufficio un enorme foto di don Giussani e la mostra a lui dedicata. Non è un caso penso. Guardo da quassù il Meeting e mi commuovo un po’. Non è una roba normale il Meeting. E’ una presenza che si impone. Come il mio caporedattore. Che scassa i marroni ma capisco che anche lui ha un senso. Mi fa da memoria. Come la foto del Gius. Io sarei altrove se no. Sarei messo male, molto più di quanto comunque non sia. Sono fortunato mentre guardo da quassù Meeting, penso. Non sono mai solo, non sono mai stato lasciato solo. Stamattina, Sunday, we come to the Meeting a couple of hours before the gates open. I'm shocked. It 's all in perfect order and ready. Every show, every stand, every restaurant. Who was here tonight? I do not know. I do not know anything. I, as said Micucci, I trust only. Meanwhile, I can tease my classmate, the Roman: "You saw that in the field with Adriano Inter always wins." Yeah, too bad for them that mo'gioca Adriano in Rome ... Grande Inter. http://www.ilsussidiario.net/News/Editoriale/2010/8/22/Liberi-senza-finzioni/107540/ Meeting stay tuned for more adventures ... Day two tomorrow .. Meanwhile, this year we also have news, and we did, namely those of my writing, not bad:
Germano I think if anything is going to do the volunteer at the Meeting , should act as a driver. He took me to board flights from Rimini with a perfect guide, but the icing was the piadineria hidden on a hill that only he knows. Excellent flat bread and excellent guide. What? Germano is already the driver at the Rimini Meeting for years? I do not know, he speaks little and does not confirm. We break the entrance last day of pre Meeting, he goes to take his service (driver?), I have mine. Through the huge fair with my suitcase, very hot, some volunteers svaccato destroyed as a dead body and I can not help but think that here is yet to air. Stands, exhibitions, restaurants. Lacks almost all the ground there are paint cans, walls to be lifted. I say, but tomorrow begins the Meeting, not make it to never finish in time. I do not know. I take service in our room bunker with no windows and of course air conditioning is not working. One by one, come all, in the end we are about fifteen (our staff plus some nice volunteer, as a Roman de 'Roma misfortune that his place beside me just hours before the Super Cup Inter-Roma ...) and in the heat is obscene. My friend Camilla disappears and returns shortly after with a nice fan square in the middle between me and her. Cosìva better. I do my first interview, Alfredo Minucci , the Neapolitan singer that everyone likes so much, but I do not like the Neapolitan song. But he does not tell you. In reality he is really good. E 'is also nice, but they are all more or less the Neapolitans, but also tells me a lot of beautiful things. For example, I cited these words of Don Giussani Naples that he did understand the true meaning of these songs: "The Neapolitan songs tell love so great that love can never die." Adesso lo capisco anche io, le cose vere non finiscono mai, come le canzoni e l'amore. Poi si lavora, problemi tecnici, casini vari. Esco fuori della sala stampa a fumare una sigaretta. Davanti al mio ufficio un enorme foto di don Giussani e la mostra a lui dedicata. Non è un caso penso. Guardo da quassù il Meeting e mi commuovo un po’. Non è una roba normale il Meeting. E’ una presenza che si impone. Come il mio caporedattore. Che scassa i marroni ma capisco che anche lui ha un senso. Mi fa da memoria. Come la foto del Gius. Io sarei altrove se no. Sarei messo male, molto più di quanto comunque non sia. Sono fortunato mentre guardo da quassù Meeting, penso. Non sono mai solo, non sono mai stato lasciato solo. Stamattina, Sunday, we come to the Meeting a couple of hours before the gates open. I'm shocked. It 's all in perfect order and ready. Every show, every stand, every restaurant. Who was here tonight? I do not know. I do not know anything. I, as said Micucci, I trust only. Meanwhile, I can tease my classmate, the Roman: "You saw that in the field with Adriano Inter always wins." Yeah, too bad for them that mo'gioca Adriano in Rome ... Grande Inter. http://www.ilsussidiario.net/News/Editoriale/2010/8/22/Liberi-senza-finzioni/107540/ Meeting stay tuned for more adventures ... Day two tomorrow .. Meanwhile, this year we also have news, and we did, namely those of my writing, not bad:
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