and receive e-GREETINGS IN ALMOST ALL THE LANGUAGES OF THE WORLD ...
seventy-seven I never thought of receiving messages from 20 countries in ten different languages \u200b\u200bobviously with the complicity 'on Facebook.
Yes, the wonderful world of Facebook, halfway between the real and virtual, makes even the simple odd birthdays. The most sincere messages of longtime friends mingle with the mere "wishes" that costs little to instill those who have simply found yourself in a corner of the monitor a nice reminder. The "hope you are doing well" of who you met briefly at a seminar in Germany are alternated with the understandable "in any part of the world you are "by those who rightly struggling to track movements. Some prefer to use the mother-language (Azeri Macedonian or whatever), others fall back on internationalism English: former colleagues, lovers lacking, acquaintances, classmates, gym, drinking. The returnees' like old times "there have been countless more, so that even the companions of the middle and elementary - sudden return to prominence - will launch in unlikely (certainly pleasant)" let us know when you get back in Italy so we organize a pizza and there tell all .... " Mom, who realistically has lost hope, laughs in his sleeve.
"Make birthday today? Vlade Divac as "Sasha smiles (for the record, the giant Serb takes them a day later): Spomenka smiles, looks at you and asks you how many years, while you grab the ears by pulling them upward, gradually but in one fell swoop . "What have I done wrong? - You ask yourself remembering the days when the ears are pulled to the "children's kids" - "who do not like Ferrero Rocher?" But also in the adjacent room when Ivan brings you the same way, you realize that in Serbia used like this: the Institute's unexpected chocolates seem to have been unanimously appreciated. The story of a traveling birthday two years ago was Romania, Denmark a year ago, this year it is up to Serbia. Who knows next year: of course I dare not imagine. And even Mama.
Let's just say that celebrate the approaching death has never been my priority. Indeed, the thought of growing old traditionally cast a veil of sadness In my own personal celebration for the new year, with the thought that flew upcoming birthday in a month plentiful. Make twenty-seven years without hearing about him, be proud of what has been done even if in reality it is still at zero, such as flour. " Zero certainties, so many ideas: will and energy "a thousand" prospects minimum tangible. While the international crisis scenarios painted unpredictable, time passes inexorably on my poor little head, which slowly becomes more and more bald: some weeks I have a shadow in the white beard, chin height. Adulthood that you are a hold of me? It's about time, Mom would say.
I beat a good-natured laugh when I remember the discomfort I felt the day after the graduation party, when the station riaccompagnai my cousin Stephen, who came specially to Milan, leaving for Rome: returning by car to the house, completely lost in thought, a Piazzai 'nailed in front of a red light completely escaped my attention. Loss postgraduate conclusion in one phase of life, beginning the transition to adulthood. This time the station was not the central, as it was not my cousin Stephen, the destination was Rome and the celebrations did not relate to graduation. Moreover in the background Mariah Carey singing "Cheeeenliiiiiiiiiiii. A strange feeling ran through my head. How to ask ourselves who they shoot a twelve-hour train to come and see you and celebrate your birthday in a foreign city, crossing two borders, "not leave you alone? Maybe you should get on that train? Mom nodded with conviction.
honestly do not know. What I know is that in Belgrade the list of "I never thought of ..." has lengthened. For example Hala Sportova (sports arena) in Novi Beograd which, more or less randomly, I found myself sitting at the table scoring in a friendly match between two women's volleyball teams in Serie A (which means a category under the Super Liga Serbian). Or when, along with Frederick, we came in asking to see the Sports Café Milan-Bologna: the waiter, as was the most 'normal world, two televisions tuned specifically for us - in the midst of a bunch of screens - at of our table on the game chosen. And while we're at, I add that I never thought of rejoicing for a goal by Beckham (Rossoneri in the bargain). And I never thought of losing two pounds in half an hour, what it 'happened today in an incredibly hot morning in Belgrade: trolleybus number forty became fact because of the sauna heating "pad". With at least fifteen degrees outside in a sunny February morning. In the Canaries? No, in Belgrade. These things happen. Who would have thought?
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