WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES COMES ...
Dear Santa,
how are you? How are you? It 's been a long time since I wrote to you: perhaps you'll be surprised to find myself in the heart of the Balkans after so many years, and frankly it is very difficult to summarize in a few lines what I happened in the recent past. I'm late, but not as much as you might think at first glance: in Belgrade the day before yesterday was Christmas.
I did not ask for gifts or promises to make you, just a few days I happen to think of you, so I decided to write to you. I honestly can not tell whether it was good or bad in recent times I have tried to do my best and to engage, I tried to grasp the opportunities that I have presented and I also tried to crearmene many as possible. There are so many things happened, a lot of them are happening and many are about to happen. I grew up and I'm growing up, adulthood, although I still feel far away.
Christmas time, time of year-end financial statements. Well 2008 was a year really strange: it is difficult to describe how much I have changed the Danish experience, Montenegro and Belgrade, and it is difficult to describe what I feel better as a person, as a man and as a professional. I have known very many people, I have done many things, I traveled a lot and learned a lot. I feel my life has completely transformed while still in transformation.
But I still remember the discomfort of February when, alone in a foreign city, "festeggiai" first birthday "solo", suddenly filled with nostalgia for a happy childhood in which we celebrated with strokes of Fivelandia, in the warmth of my family in the company of a bunch of buddies. And thinking of Christmas, my memory can not fly when excited, I opened with mum and dad the "trunk of Christmas" and all along he was preparing tree and crib: I enjoyed very much, even to prepare the crib in my room, sometimes garnished with cars and tractors, but so who cares? I still remember how enthusiastically I wrote you, leave the window open and a cup of coffee to stay awake refreshed and get ready to wake up the morning of 25, reading your letter, find the empty cup and a wonderful gift under the tree: trains and electric cars, the Masters, the Sing You, the heroes of the wrestling ring and so on. I also remember the poems and songs that you learn in school, was performing during the endless tasty meal prepared by mother, in exchange for receiving applause and pocket money.
No, do not look sad expression, is not really the case. Look pretty in the morning when I wake up with the enthusiasm of those who are happy because a new day begins. Who wants to jump, to do, to run, to fly. Who smiles at the cleaning lady, the servants who prepare the food in the canteen, the old woman who refuses to place on the bus, who tries to give directions without a common language. Gift "thank you" and pats on the back to anyone, trying to laugh and joke with everyone thinking that if there are people who really goes the worse. People while I was in the midst of a happy childhood, perhaps playing with toy soldiers, the bombing was crying, losing family and friends (in a real-evil "Guess Who"), people who remained crippled for a weird jump on a mine mines. People who do not see at first glance, but it's there. Guys like me, who had the misfortune to be born in Bosnia, Hercegovina, Serbia, in Kosovo.
E 'Christmas was a strange, latter. It ran on December 25 when I reached Ljubljana by train to celebrate New Year, leaving an atmosphere in Serbia quite surreal: a large snow whitened a Belgrade fully "working." Even more surreal was the atmosphere "festive" in Belgrade on 7 January on my return: empty streets and whitewashed, closed shops, total silence: two weeks behind us, Christmas comes in Serbia, giving a little ' of tranquility and peace, even chaotic all'irrequieta overactive Belgrade.
Well, dear Santa Claus, the letter draws to a close: If you fell asleep twenty lines ago you are probably wondering the reason for all this. Well I wanted to share the thoughts that accompanied me along the infinite Croatia during the trip train and to ask you a little gift, if it considers it appropriate to you: I would like a remote-save-the-life-Beghelli remind me how lucky I'd like a buzzer and a red light that are activated at times when I did not realize what is nonsense. Because too often I forget how lucky I am nell'disporre a healthy body and a brain reasonably functional, have a family that loves me, supports me (and bears!) And believes in me, and, last but not least, can count on several people who I admire, that I want really good, that "I know that there are" ready to cheer for me wherever I am and whatever I do. People who accept me for who I am and who believe in me.
Of course, if you really wanted to bring Serbia into a bit 'of gas, do not deny that might come in handy these days: maybe you could return to heat public transport again to illuminate the Cathedral of St. Sava - the dark and desolate dark - and the streets of downtown - where the Christmas spirit is gone - and reopen the student canteens in the city center, closed for a while 'for lack of students - returned home for the holidays - in part due to lack of energy - so as I seemed to be deduced from the sign affixed to the entrance.
While we are, you attach your CV: if I need an intern and I think I can want you to lend a hand more than willingly, unfounded after Lithuania, Russia, Romania, Denmark and Serbia, in my experience in Finland hp not even a bit out of tune '!
A hug, see you soon, regards the Epiphany and the reindeer. Sincerely, Antonio
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