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NUMBER TWENTY-TWO NUMBER TWENTY TWENTY

AS SAYING LUBRANO

... When you understand the rules that govern the subway, you know much of a people and nation. It was so in St. Petersburg, where the whole car was laughing in the face of dizzy Italian tourist who realizes that he was robbed when they went up on the train. It was so in Copenhagen where the rule of letting off before boarding is not affected even by strollers and bicycles, moved with discipline by passengers who chose to shun the place more isolated and away from other living souls.

's so well in Milan where the locals walk with famous quickly remove their shoes before hitting the neophytes on the group that usually gets lost in front of the intersection of Sixth and Smeraldo, snookered traffic coming from the yellow. The subway is Bucharest but a lot of fun. No time to announce the stop, the passengers are already down in the Maori dance: they know that they expect a battle to get out and are not willing to spare even an ounce of energy to meet its target. Across the sound of the train that arrives is perceived as the sound of the horn before the battle, waiting passengers know that they expect a battle and are not willing to spare even an ounce of energy to meet its target. The result? As soon as the doors open and the 'war, since the objectives of each others collide. Needless to say, anything goes against the principle of physics that say that if a space is occupied by a body, not can be occupied simultaneously by another body.

But physics does not work sometimes. And here we are - needless to say - in Belgrade. It 'hard to explain how it is possible, but sometimes, after ten minutes of waiting, the platform is crowded. Caracalla ambled, here's a tram coming down there unfounded. It 'full of people, of course, because the waiting passengers were accumulated. This fall two, he rose nineteen: I do not know where to put it, perhaps there is a double bottom. But after the stop, as if by magic, it will drop another three and go up twenty-seven, and do not even know where it ends, people from above. In Belgrade public transport - if they pass - must stop all the "stations" (stanize, according to the local dialect), at all hours in all weather conditions. The idea is to allow passengers to get off calmly and without outreach to those who wait at the bus stop to alert the driver. Of course not 'need to ring the bell to request the stop.

But does not always go so smooth. Because a little 'as the old ladies of Milan, who are preparing for the first ten stops ingabolate not stay in human trafficking, also in Belgrade always happens to run into a crowd of idiots who stop just before the opening of doors, with the result produce congestion and also with the incredible congestion almost half empty. The dream of the average passenger down in Belgrade, in front of doors opening, is to see two rows of passengers getting that widen and find a center aisle to exit and walk away. We say that dreams of being Pirlo who is about to kick a penalty into an empty net.

But he knows that the opening of the doors will feel a bit 'as a Pirlo free-kick but when he beats a limit: in fact find a few feet from the doors, a thick barrier composed of human sciuri, old, young and old, willing long suit virtually side by side the length of the tram. The consequence is that those who want to get off once it is done the last step, does not put his foot on the ankle but the first Pirlo, who by then was broken on the reef, and that is' open. Who's barrier however, had not even heard the whistle, he throws to meet Pirlo's turn and grab the handrail to climb, in spite of the fifty passengers trying to get off. Here too scuffle, but it must be said that everything takes place peacefully and normally no one gets hurt no one complains too much.

Why I have not described the Belgrade underground as I did for the other cities? Simple, because the only subway line in Belgrade - far-sighted and far-reaching - connecting A to B, with a utility difficult to quantify. Obviously I've never taken, even if I pass almost daily through the underpass, one of two stops to cross a major intersection.

It 's very new and modern, with accurate and bilingual. Ana describes it thus: "It 's just another great work of Milosevic, expensive, luxurious and useless: the only Czech who used it for a video." Czech Republic (for the record reads Zeza), as beautiful as artificial, is a singer from the dimly stormy past (it is the former wife of Arkan) and with a bit of trouble with the law, which occasionally resurfaces. It is impossible to think that the magnificent stop Spomenik Vukov (in spite of the unfriendly name, is actually a nice park that houses a student residence and two statues, one of Vuk Karadizic, which reforms' by introducing variant of the Cyrillic alphabet, Serbian, and one of Cyril and Methodius invented the Glagolitic alphabet, the more 'old Slavic alphabet known).

And thinking of the curves of the Czech Republic, the question arises: why the Serbs, when they meet a beautiful Serbian, never turning round to look at your ass?

Home Remedies For Nair Burning Privates

NUMBER TWENTY-TWO NUMBER TWENTY TWENTY

AS SAYING LUBRANO

... When you understand the rules that govern the subway, you know much of a people and nation. It was so in St. Petersburg, where the whole car was laughing in the face of dizzy Italian tourist who realizes that he was robbed when they went up on the train. It was so in Copenhagen where the rule of letting off before boarding is not affected even by strollers and bicycles, moved with discipline by passengers who chose to shun the place more isolated and away from other living souls.

's so well in Milan where the locals walk with famous quickly remove their shoes before hitting the neophytes on the group that usually gets lost in front of the intersection of Sixth and Smeraldo, snookered traffic coming from the yellow. The subway is Bucharest but a lot of fun. No time to announce the stop, the passengers are already down in the Maori dance: they know that they expect a battle to get out and are not willing to spare even an ounce of energy to meet its target. Across the sound of the train that arrives is perceived as the sound of the horn before the battle, waiting passengers know that they expect a battle and are not willing to spare even an ounce of energy to meet its target. The result? As soon as the doors open and the 'war, since the objectives of each others collide. Needless to say, anything goes against the principle of physics that say that if a space is occupied by a body, not can be occupied simultaneously by another body.

But physics does not work sometimes. And here we are - needless to say - in Belgrade. It 'hard to explain how it is possible, but sometimes, after ten minutes of waiting, the platform is crowded. Caracalla ambled, here's a tram coming down there unfounded. It 'full of people, of course, because the waiting passengers were accumulated. This fall two, he rose nineteen: I do not know where to put it, perhaps there is a double bottom. But after the stop, as if by magic, it will drop another three and go up twenty-seven, and do not even know where it ends, people from above. In Belgrade public transport - if they pass - must stop all the "stations" (stanize, according to the local dialect), at all hours in all weather conditions. The idea is to allow passengers to get off calmly and without outreach to those who wait at the bus stop to alert the driver. Of course not 'need to ring the bell to request the stop.

But does not always go so smooth. Because a little 'as the old ladies of Milan, who are preparing for the first ten stops ingabolate not stay in human trafficking, also in Belgrade always happens to run into a crowd of idiots who stop just before the opening of doors, with the result produce congestion and also with the incredible congestion almost half empty. The dream of the average passenger down in Belgrade, in front of doors opening, is to see two rows of passengers getting that widen and find a center aisle to exit and walk away. We say that dreams of being Pirlo who is about to kick a penalty into an empty net.

But he knows that the opening of the doors will feel a bit 'as a Pirlo free-kick but when he beats a limit: in fact find a few feet from the doors, a thick barrier composed of human sciuri, old, young and old, willing long suit virtually side by side the length of the tram. The consequence is that those who want to get off once it is done the last step, does not put his foot on the ankle but the first Pirlo, who by then was broken on the reef, and that is' open. Who's barrier however, had not even heard the whistle, he throws to meet Pirlo's turn and grab the handrail to climb, in spite of the fifty passengers trying to get off. Here too scuffle, but it must be said that everything takes place peacefully and normally no one gets hurt no one complains too much.

Why I have not described the Belgrade underground as I did for the other cities? Simple, because the only subway line in Belgrade - far-sighted and far-reaching - connecting A to B, with a utility difficult to quantify. Obviously I've never taken, even if I pass almost daily through the underpass, one of two stops to cross a major intersection.

It 's very new and modern, with accurate and bilingual. Ana describes it thus: "It 's just another great work of Milosevic, expensive, luxurious and useless: the only Czech who used it for a video." Czech Republic (for the record reads Zeza), as beautiful as artificial, is a singer from the dimly stormy past (it is the former wife of Arkan) and with a bit of trouble with the law, which occasionally resurfaces. It is impossible to think that the magnificent stop Spomenik Vukov (in spite of the unfriendly name, is actually a nice park that houses a student residence and two statues, one of Vuk Karadizic, which reforms' by introducing variant of the Cyrillic alphabet, Serbian, and one of Cyril and Methodius invented the Glagolitic alphabet, the more 'old Slavic alphabet known).

And thinking of the curves of the Czech Republic, the question arises: why the Serbs, when they meet a beautiful Serbian, never turning round to look at your ass?

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SERBIAN HEART ANKLE ITALICA

"Milosevic? They would have to give him the Nobel Prize for Ecology: During the sanctions came to a standstill throughout the economy, including factories, so that the rivers are back to being absolutely clean "smiles the landlord, pointing to the river, happy and peaceful, flowing behind him. We are a short walk from Ada Ciganlija, to dinner guests by the family of Lana and Vanda, two students of Italian, who owns a small SPLAV on the Sava.

No time to arrive and deliver a bouquet of flowers to the lady, which we find ourselves in a toast with a glass of Rakia: these parts brandy is a drink, so it should be enjoyed on an empty stomach to enjoy the meal. Time to give a little 'bread crumbs in food to ducks, swans and wild ducks that flock here, the food is ready. Although all had put his hands forward with a "not easy to cook pasta Italians," in reality the spaghetti with meat sauce, as the pairing may seem odd, are quite good: "sorry, but we topped them with ketchup and eat them all'insalata together, "say our guests smiling. And after the salad - like magic - there's a cheesecake, Montenegrin and Bulgarian salami, chicken breast, boiled eggs, before the ice-cream cake, garnished with cream and jam. All doses more than abundant.

Obviously there is much talk of how beautiful Italy, the talent Carosone, then also tell us of their restaurant and when - during the filming of Quo Vadis - Massimo Ranieri and Sophia Loren had dinner with them. And what are Ranieri appreciated the discretion of the restaurant (which kept away journalists and onlookers) that palacinka (pancakes or cracks), renamed by Ranieri "paladieci." "I had to bother you so much," says Federico parents, but my mother, good-natured air, we replied that "our daughters, we have spoken well of you have said you were good and caught two boys, so for us it is a Please .... " "Culture? Not enough to work at the Institute of Culture to be men of culture! "Burst into the father's general laughter. I subscribe to, and Federico and share.

And while the father goes to work on SPLAV (which is new, but for renovation), Wool Vanda and washing dishes while her mother gives to me and Federico two chairs, a table with two home-made cakes and Turkish coffee. We ask if you need help, but we told him to sit and enjoy the sun we were not even authentic Belgrade. We stare in disbelief thinking about how hard the life of Italian teachers ... in Belgrade! Smile thinking about who spends his days filing invoices, making photocopies and cross tables excel, even in a wet Italian office. The quiet music in the background, the sun's reflection on the lake, peace reigns. At the moment the call comes to say goodbye to the reply: "well past us, we are often here: Next time bring your costume, we have a boat and go for a swim off."

think that I wanted to write a post on the arrogance with which the Serbs laugh when you tell them "we will go to Zagreb for the weekend" "what are you going to do? It 's small, boring, nothing happens! "And then the Croats always speak with" gl "and not saying Mgliiiiieco Mleco (which means milk). Or the ease with which the Serbs laugh every time they are named "Romania" and / or "Bucharest" (in these parts is not clear that the market is Romania, the Union European and 'about four times - certainly more than three times - by the Serbian and Bucharest, a city with four underground lines, is about twice of Belgrade.

But I did not succeed. Serbia is indeed a strange country, no half measures. A country still, static, slow, relaxed, conservative, rural, provincial. But a country populated by simple people, genuine and big-hearted and good. A relatively poor country but at the same time be safe and free of crime. A country that live and let live. A country that always finds a solution and never misses a chance to smile, to enjoy life, to enjoy the little things. A country full of young maidens who, in spring time, accomplice in the heat, it becomes difficult to manage.

A country in which our hero has even started to do sports, after the bursitis in recent months. A country that Saturday night at Plastic (as defined ... Disco? Carnaio? Without Serbian music? We like it, although the famous Milanese counterpart seems quite different in tone and structure) of the students I met three beginners (they are incredibly managed to venture a presentation more than decent to Frederick, mainly affected by his friend of the two). A country in which it is believed that controversially agree with that and with but if you do not write the story, but without that goal from Adriano hands and without the robbery of Siena ...

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SERBIAN HEART ANKLE ITALICA

"Milosevic? They would have to give him the Nobel Prize for Ecology: During the sanctions came to a standstill throughout the economy, including factories, so that the rivers are back to being absolutely clean "smiles the landlord, pointing to the river, happy and peaceful, flowing behind him. We are a short walk from Ada Ciganlija, to dinner guests by the family of Lana and Vanda, two students of Italian, who owns a small SPLAV on the Sava.

No time to arrive and deliver a bouquet of flowers to the lady, which we find ourselves in a toast with a glass of Rakia: these parts brandy is a drink, so it should be enjoyed on an empty stomach to enjoy the meal. Time to give a little 'bread crumbs in food to ducks, swans and wild ducks that flock here, the food is ready. Although all had put his hands forward with a "not easy to cook pasta Italians," in reality the spaghetti with meat sauce, as the pairing may seem odd, are quite good: "sorry, but we topped them with ketchup and eat them all'insalata together, "say our guests smiling. And after the salad - like magic - there's a cheesecake, Montenegrin and Bulgarian salami, chicken breast, boiled eggs, before the ice-cream cake, garnished with cream and jam. All doses more than abundant.

Obviously there is much talk of how beautiful Italy, the talent Carosone, then also tell us of their restaurant and when - during the filming of Quo Vadis - Massimo Ranieri and Sophia Loren had dinner with them. And what are Ranieri appreciated the discretion of the restaurant (which kept away journalists and onlookers) that palacinka (pancakes or cracks), renamed by Ranieri "paladieci." "I had to bother you so much," says Federico parents, but my mother, good-natured air, we replied that "our daughters, we have spoken well of you have said you were good and caught two boys, so for us it is a Please .... " "Culture? Not enough to work at the Institute of Culture to be men of culture! "Burst into the father's general laughter. I subscribe to, and Federico and share.

And while the father goes to work on SPLAV (which is new, but for renovation), Wool Vanda and washing dishes while her mother gives to me and Federico two chairs, a table with two home-made cakes and Turkish coffee. We ask if you need help, but we told him to sit and enjoy the sun we were not even authentic Belgrade. We stare in disbelief thinking about how hard the life of Italian teachers ... in Belgrade! Smile thinking about who spends his days filing invoices, making photocopies and cross tables excel, even in a wet Italian office. The quiet music in the background, the sun's reflection on the lake, peace reigns. At the moment the call comes to say goodbye to the reply: "well past us, we are often here: Next time bring your costume, we have a boat and go for a swim off."

think that I wanted to write a post on the arrogance with which the Serbs laugh when you tell them "we will go to Zagreb for the weekend" "what are you going to do? It 's small, boring, nothing happens! "And then the Croats always speak with" gl "and not saying Mgliiiiieco Mleco (which means milk). Or the ease with which the Serbs laugh every time they are named "Romania" and / or "Bucharest" (in these parts is not clear that the market is Romania, the Union European and 'about four times - certainly more than three times - by the Serbian and Bucharest, a city with four underground lines, is about twice of Belgrade.

But I did not succeed. Serbia is indeed a strange country, no half measures. A country still, static, slow, relaxed, conservative, rural, provincial. But a country populated by simple people, genuine and big-hearted and good. A relatively poor country but at the same time be safe and free of crime. A country that live and let live. A country that always finds a solution and never misses a chance to smile, to enjoy life, to enjoy the little things. A country full of young maidens who, in spring time, accomplice in the heat, it becomes difficult to manage.

A country in which our hero has even started to do sports, after the bursitis in recent months. A country that Saturday night at Plastic (as defined ... Disco? Carnaio? Without Serbian music? We like it, although the famous Milanese counterpart seems quite different in tone and structure) of the students I met three beginners (they are incredibly managed to venture a presentation more than decent to Frederick, mainly affected by his friend of the two). A country in which it is believed that controversially agree with that and with but if you do not write the story, but without that goal from Adriano hands and without the robbery of Siena ...

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NUMBER NUMBER NUMBER EIGHTEEN NINETEEN

A WALK IN THE TIME OF LJUBLJANA AND BELGRADE

shines a bright sun and the temperature is pleasant: quiet atmosphere, no air of celebration. The streets are crowded with police, who stretches barriers, stopping and turning vehicles: it's Saturday and you run the marathon in Belgrade. Everything seems orderly and everything runs smoothly so that we meet at 10.30 - Pekar products (oven) at hand - a cup of coffee at a motorway motorway, direct in Croatia. A little 'as in back to the future, with Fred in the role of Doc 156 and a black to serve as a time machine, in a few hours (accompanied by the unmistakable sound of Elio e le Storie Tese), we found in Zagreb, about 10 / 15 years old from Belgrade.

clean and tidy, Zagreb, Ljubljana and Belgrade is more: the atmosphere is European, not only for the blue flags with yellow stars peep out of one side of the premises. Zastava and Yugo-free (but also of Dacia) traffic seems to be governed Zagreb although we succeed is trying hard to fix a fine, accidentally cutting a traffic light is clearly red two minutes after parking in no parking, obviously under the eyes of a hyper- reasonable police officer who is confined to a peremptory rebuke. Tram whizzing and colorful new technology between the stops with panels showing the waiting times of the various lines: to the ticket Just write a text message. Elegant even dogs, all with collars and jackets.

On the roof of the church of San Marco led the logos of the municipality and in Croatia, designed by a typical mosaic tiles, we are in the main square of the upper town, on the one hand there is the Parliament, other Government while the town is a few tens of meters. A few steps away from the nerve center, there is a park with a 180 ° view over the city: the Gothic spire of the cathedral typically (St. Stephen of Hungary, vaguely reminiscent of Notre Dame) dominate the landscape, consisting mainly of buildings and residential buildings, brick buildings and, here and there, some church (Also made of brick with pointed steeples: vaguely reminiscent of the Danish Lutheran Church). From the equestrian statue, the center of Ban Jelacic Square - the main square at the bottom - leaving two features alleyways filled with bars, pubs, clubs and restaurants, nightlife center of Zagreb, a climb to the top (alternatively there is a convenient car), while the other door to the cathedral, through the market square. Within walking distance there is' another typical flower market.

Probably the Serbian language is not the best way to approach the people, otherwise the Sicilian "nzu" with which a lazy waiter responds to question, "Can I pay in Euro?" although sitting down in a pizzeria in the center, said the waiter refuses even to approach the table to take orders. The direction of marketing does not seem exactly developed: if Saturday afternoon many downtown shops are closed we were not even in Copenhagen, on Sunday the hyper-modern shopping center borders on the ridiculous, as the complex is open, but the shutters of the shops are systematically lower .

One of the first connections to the traveler with Croatia and Italy is a 'football, so one of the first names that come to mind is certainly to Zorro Boban: After a career full of triumphs and international trophies in the Rossoneri shirt, Zvone decided to hang up the shoes and retired from the public and dealing primarily with the family. But the food: its cafe-restaurant - which of course bears his name - reasonably priced, elegant atmosphere, prompt service and - most important - good food. Not far from the restaurant Boban, is the splendid square named after Marshal Tito and the National Theatre is beautiful, surrounded by gardens with beautiful flower arrangements.

The return is in Belgrade late on Sunday after a good pasta dish with mussels, there was found to spread Nutella on a dove, a gift to Frederick from an Italian friend. So that's the only time vaguely Easter 2009: sull'ammiraglia is a result of the Delta Tour cyclists of Serbia (the day when Catholics remember the Resurrection) and in the Croatian weekend (the day when the Orthodox celebrate touched Easter), Easter items are substantially lacking. It will be for next year ...

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NUMBER NUMBER NUMBER EIGHTEEN NINETEEN

A WALK IN THE TIME OF LJUBLJANA AND BELGRADE

shines a bright sun and the temperature is pleasant: quiet atmosphere, no air of celebration. The streets are crowded with police, who stretches barriers, stopping and turning vehicles: it's Saturday and you run the marathon in Belgrade. Everything seems orderly and everything runs smoothly so that we meet at 10.30 - Pekar products (oven) at hand - a cup of coffee at a motorway motorway, direct in Croatia. A little 'as in back to the future, with Fred in the role of Doc 156 and a black to serve as a time machine, in a few hours (accompanied by the unmistakable sound of Elio e le Storie Tese), we found in Zagreb, about 10 / 15 years old from Belgrade.

clean and tidy, Zagreb, Ljubljana and Belgrade is more: the atmosphere is European, not only for the blue flags with yellow stars peep out of one side of the premises. Zastava and Yugo-free (but also of Dacia) traffic seems to be governed Zagreb although we succeed is trying hard to fix a fine, accidentally cutting a traffic light is clearly red two minutes after parking in no parking, obviously under the eyes of a hyper- reasonable police officer who is confined to a peremptory rebuke. Tram whizzing and colorful new technology between the stops with panels showing the waiting times of the various lines: to the ticket Just write a text message. Elegant even dogs, all with collars and jackets.

On the roof of the church of San Marco led the logos of the municipality and in Croatia, designed by a typical mosaic tiles, we are in the main square of the upper town, on the one hand there is the Parliament, other Government while the town is a few tens of meters. A few steps away from the nerve center, there is a park with a 180 ° view over the city: the Gothic spire of the cathedral typically (St. Stephen of Hungary, vaguely reminiscent of Notre Dame) dominate the landscape, consisting mainly of buildings and residential buildings, brick buildings and, here and there, some church (Also made of brick with pointed steeples: vaguely reminiscent of the Danish Lutheran Church). From the equestrian statue, the center of Ban Jelacic Square - the main square at the bottom - leaving two features alleyways filled with bars, pubs, clubs and restaurants, nightlife center of Zagreb, a climb to the top (alternatively there is a convenient car), while the other door to the cathedral, through the market square. Within walking distance there is' another typical flower market.

Probably the Serbian language is not the best way to approach the people, otherwise the Sicilian "nzu" with which a lazy waiter responds to question, "Can I pay in Euro?" although sitting down in a pizzeria in the center, said the waiter refuses even to approach the table to take orders. The direction of marketing does not seem exactly developed: if Saturday afternoon many downtown shops are closed we were not even in Copenhagen, on Sunday the hyper-modern shopping center borders on the ridiculous, as the complex is open, but the shutters of the shops are systematically lower .

One of the first connections to the traveler with Croatia and Italy is a 'football, so one of the first names that come to mind is certainly to Zorro Boban: After a career full of triumphs and international trophies in the Rossoneri shirt, Zvone decided to hang up the shoes and retired from the public and dealing primarily with the family. But the food: its cafe-restaurant - which of course bears his name - reasonably priced, elegant atmosphere, prompt service and - most important - good food. Not far from the restaurant Boban, is the splendid square named after Marshal Tito and the National Theatre is beautiful, surrounded by gardens with beautiful flower arrangements.

The return is in Belgrade late on Sunday after a good pasta dish with mussels, there was found to spread Nutella on a dove, a gift to Frederick from an Italian friend. So that's the only time vaguely Easter 2009: sull'ammiraglia is a result of the Delta Tour cyclists of Serbia (the day when Catholics remember the Resurrection) and in the Croatian weekend (the day when the Orthodox celebrate touched Easter), Easter items are substantially lacking. It will be for next year ...

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After a wild night with the usual Federico, the usually merciless sunshine hits the eye so that you - even if the 9.30 - sleep good that he's gone. A quick breakfast and milk-based wafer, shower and hand wash clothing intimate weekly. I took the test, the focus Trg Republike (Republic Square): if you normally under the horse in front of the National Museum is expected to appointments, lunch and a half is scheduled to leave the Delta Tour, a bike race that sees the committed junior and senior categories: the 115km route will pass through and Pancevo (laughing industrial center - about 100,000 - located 15km from Belgrade known for a refinery bombed by NATO for a horror movie recently shot in the warehouses), Kort, Smerderevo (a lovely town situated on the Danube between rolling hills of fruit trees in bloom, best known for the castle of Despot Stefan) and again in Belgrade, before the arrival uphill Rakovica.

axis of the jury and it follows that the race was 'a pleasure: the race "live" close to cyclists and' truly spectacular, including clocks, radio links, flagships, ambulances and police motorbikes (the legendary Ranko , totum in fact cycling federation, it is not quiet a moment!). E 'spectacular and fun, especially when cyclists climb a few hills just before the finish line. The chain of "I never thought of ..." has been enriched with another amazing ring, also because the car is driven by Senior Milenkovic, legend of cycling the first Yugoslav and Serbian then, father of Junior Milenkovic, discrete Today runner organizer of the Tour of Serbia. Milenkovic speak both Italian and both have proven kind and helpful.

Cycling in Italy, at least as an image, is a sport "popular" - perhaps the sport popular for excellence "- is a" sport for all ", a sport in which very often come from families with limited samples and normal : a sport that brings the party and lost the color in the countries with the caravan of the Tour. Cycling in Serbia and 'paradoxically a sport "elite", a sport for the rich. Why? Just a few words to a manufacturer of bicycles and explained why: "This bicycle Euro 5000, Serbia salary 300 Euro, 300 Euro is already good salary: few cyclists. " In Belgrade and Serbia in the cycling tradition is very weak cycle on the streets of the capital is a gamble, plus a track that is missing is an indoor facility. As a logical consequence, most of the approximately 150 riders licensed by the federation, not from Belgrade (which has about half the Serb population).

The arrival of the race is very close to the park Ciukaricki, where took place the day before another bike race, this time of cadets and cadet "Group B" in a circuit inside the park: I smile when I find myself the table of the leaders of cycling federation, in front of me with sixty young cyclists who lunch, chatting and smiling. I never thought of Easter as a pass, partly because instill in Belgrade is not yet as Easter, in agreement with the Orthodox calendar, Easter comes a week after the Catholic Church.

So the famous trip outside of Easter takes place in the faculty of architecture with stunning six hours, with four starters and two advanced. Just a pause in the lesson of advanced, Goran you tradurgli courage and asked me a few words: "pedantic", "draft", "break", "polentone. I became suspicious, so I ask where have found these words. He smiles and says, "to your blog." Incredulous, I ask him how he managed to find it. "Simple, I tried your email address, I entered your name and Facebook was your sentence, so I opened it." And how can the lessons in the university "the best" of life in Belgrade?

I'm really proud of my students - not only to Goran, who I'm sure he'll be reading this - especially for beginners and improve lesson in class. Everyone seems to follow with great interest with my ranting, even if the courses are neither mandatory nor curriculum. They do so mainly because they dream of going to perfect in Italy, enrolling in a course of study or in an exchange Basileus (Erasmus is the counterpart for the Balkans / Mediterranean), but they do so because they like our language, or simply because the course is free.

and pending arrivals another Easter - Sunday, this time the Orthodox - I take my leave, calling once again in the Abruzzo hold on and not give up.

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Easter? WHEN DO GET!

After a wild night with the usual Federico, the usually merciless sunshine hits the eye so that you - even if the 9.30 - sleep good that he's gone. A quick breakfast and milk-based wafer, shower and hand wash clothing intimate weekly. I took the test, the focus Trg Republike (Republic Square): if you normally under the horse in front of the National Museum is expected to appointments, lunch and a half is scheduled to leave the Delta Tour, a bike race that sees the committed junior and senior categories: the 115km route will pass through and Pancevo (laughing industrial center - about 100,000 - located 15km from Belgrade known for a refinery bombed by NATO for a horror movie recently shot in the warehouses), Kort, Smerderevo (a lovely town situated on the Danube between rolling hills of fruit trees in bloom, best known for the castle of Despot Stefan) and again in Belgrade, before the arrival uphill Rakovica.

axis of the jury and it follows that the race was 'a pleasure: the race "live" close to cyclists and' truly spectacular, including clocks, radio links, flagships, ambulances and police motorbikes (the legendary Ranko , totum in fact cycling federation, it is not quiet a moment!). E 'spectacular and fun, especially when cyclists climb a few hills just before the finish line. The chain of "I never thought of ..." has been enriched with another amazing ring, also because the car is driven by Senior Milenkovic, legend of cycling the first Yugoslav and Serbian then, father of Junior Milenkovic, discrete Today runner organizer of the Tour of Serbia. Milenkovic speak both Italian and both have proven kind and helpful.

Cycling in Italy, at least as an image, is a sport "popular" - perhaps the sport popular for excellence "- is a" sport for all ", a sport in which very often come from families with limited samples and normal : a sport that brings the party and lost the color in the countries with the caravan of the Tour. Cycling in Serbia and 'paradoxically a sport "elite", a sport for the rich. Why? Just a few words to a manufacturer of bicycles and explained why: "This bicycle Euro 5000, Serbia salary 300 Euro, 300 Euro is already good salary: few cyclists. " In Belgrade and Serbia in the cycling tradition is very weak cycle on the streets of the capital is a gamble, plus a track that is missing is an indoor facility. As a logical consequence, most of the approximately 150 riders licensed by the federation, not from Belgrade (which has about half the Serb population).

The arrival of the race is very close to the park Ciukaricki, where took place the day before another bike race, this time of cadets and cadet "Group B" in a circuit inside the park: I smile when I find myself the table of the leaders of cycling federation, in front of me with sixty young cyclists who lunch, chatting and smiling. I never thought of Easter as a pass, partly because instill in Belgrade is not yet as Easter, in agreement with the Orthodox calendar, Easter comes a week after the Catholic Church.

So the famous trip outside of Easter takes place in the faculty of architecture with stunning six hours, with four starters and two advanced. Just a pause in the lesson of advanced, Goran you tradurgli courage and asked me a few words: "pedantic", "draft", "break", "polentone. I became suspicious, so I ask where have found these words. He smiles and says, "to your blog." Incredulous, I ask him how he managed to find it. "Simple, I tried your email address, I entered your name and Facebook was your sentence, so I opened it." And how can the lessons in the university "the best" of life in Belgrade?

I'm really proud of my students - not only to Goran, who I'm sure he'll be reading this - especially for beginners and improve lesson in class. Everyone seems to follow with great interest with my ranting, even if the courses are neither mandatory nor curriculum. They do so mainly because they dream of going to perfect in Italy, enrolling in a course of study or in an exchange Basileus (Erasmus is the counterpart for the Balkans / Mediterranean), but they do so because they like our language, or simply because the course is free.

and pending arrivals another Easter - Sunday, this time the Orthodox - I take my leave, calling once again in the Abruzzo hold on and not give up.

Kate Playground In A Bathroom

ABRUZZO FORCE!

Monday, the end of the lesson: Tamara, my assistant, approaches me and asks me if I knew. No, I did not know. "A big earthquake in Rome, with dead and wounded ..." I think, while I climb the stairs on my way to my office. I receive a text message from Slovenia, while the home is charging the Courier: "If I understand it, in Abruzzo there 'was an earthquake," I look up and see the pictures on the monitor, immediately began to read. A sense of helplessness comes over me: and 'sad they can not do anything. It 's sad to feel powerless. While in Abruzzo regan my silence, amazement, sadness. Respect.

had been so long since I wrote anything, all I thought about it, except start that way. And the damage is also added insult, the number that distinguishes reading this post.

I would rather talk about the weekend I spent in Italy, to what has been difficult to prepare the case after just three days, than it has been hard to greet Fabrizio, Joseph and Paul, to what has bothered me the three-hour delay due to the Lufthansa flight, from Frankfurt past rather than 'by Monaco as expected. Maybe I could start with the four syringes of liquid that my doctor has taken out of my ankle in virtu 'bursitis of a neglected: "Sport? But forget it! "The doctor joked that I did the ultrasound.

Maybe I would have preferred to speak of last weekend, perhaps the first "real Serb" since I came here. And I think about Sunday when we found ourselves drinking a juice in a SPLAV directly on the Danube, with a bright sunshine over our heads and the inevitable Cathedral of St. Sava in the background. Afternoon continued with a walk along the river and a dinner of "cevapi", the "sausage"-shaped fingers originating in Bosnia.

Or maybe it would be nice to start with the beautiful sun that is emerging on the celo Belgrade for some time now: the winter seems to be over SO '"the change of season" made in Italy seems to be - at the time - a winning choice and appropriate. Although the winter and 'finished, Belgrade continues to be one of the few cities' in the world where the only players to respect the safety distance is pedestrians.

walk on the curb is not recommended because, if the shower due to the immense danger that formed puddles in the streets seems to have vanished (It's true hard for motorists not to wash the pedestrians), but they remain two categories of enemies of pedestrians . The first and 'represented by bus since' often go sliding to the pavement, their mirror projecting the risk of turning into a baseball bat to the heads of the poor passers-by., Leaving them to deal with the "wild parking". Excluding the vertical walls - although 'the Belgrade if all invent, still can not park in the vertical - in Belgrade when to park that is all: any hole and 'good to leave the vehicle. So the sidewalks (especially the most 'wide) becomes a logical extension of the road with motorists who - out of the parking lot and wanting to return to the stream of cars, do not hesitate to "make the lights" to pedestrians who claim to walk on the sidewalk.

I could start with the walk I did yesterday in Kalemegdan, the medieval fortress that dominates the intersection between the Danube and Sava. If the park and 'full of children and families, the "walk" with views of the rivers and' predominantly occupied by young people: those coupled lemonade, non-coupled ones watching walking, more 'or less everyone eats ice cream.

After some "tank", I approached the tables and benches where the old men play chess: Italian observers in Belgrade in fact can not 'do not be surprised at how many knot of men formed in the streets around the arena. The third time I approach, the more 'good speaks to me, but I do not understand. She tells me to play chess the nationality 'does not matter: when he realizes that I am Italian, ordered another to get up and put me on his right. The others seem to respect him: his opponent is not 'level of SO' in one minute wins and invites me to play. I try to refuse, but I can not SO 'the match begins.

One of the group continues to sing songs of San Remo, until 'my opponent shuts up,' cause the game and 'in progress: after I suggested two moves (correcting my two big mistakes), I find him to check -crazy. At that point I sought revenge with blacks: here corrects me twice as long 'is not found with a king and two pawns against a king and four pawns: it is getting dark, and the game' even and compact, with compliments and handshakes. "I always play at this table, please come back, professor!" He added, joking about my job in Serbia.

indeed a bit 'all remain perplexed in front of my new profession. And I can not blame this perplexity ': a black and' at the White House, I am a professor of Italian. There 's air of crisis, this is' how much. And it 'legitimate cry when there's' crisis. It 'cry when you have legitimate fear. E 'legitimate cry for dealing with disasters, in the face of death, desolation and pain. But in the face of fear we must respond with courage and determination: and e 'that's what I hope the people of Abruzzo are able to do. Even if they are in a country that believes in Vanna Marchi and law for false alarm involving an earthquake, seismologists (ok, I understand that you can not evacuate a large region to instill a forecast is not so clear, but 'heck the complaint appears to be excessive!).

What I want for my Abruzzo and 'you find the strength to fight, she can roll up their sleeves and will soon be able to get out of this terrible tragedy. No phenomenon can 'stop the sun rise again. Tomorrow 's another day. ABRUZZO FORCE!

Kate Playground In A Bathroom

ABRUZZO FORCE!

Monday, the end of the lesson: Tamara, my assistant, approaches me and asks me if I knew. No, I did not know. "A big earthquake in Rome, with dead and wounded ..." I think, while I climb the stairs on my way to my office. I receive a text message from Slovenia, while the home is charging the Courier: "If I understand it, in Abruzzo there 'was an earthquake," I look up and see the pictures on the monitor, immediately began to read. A sense of helplessness comes over me: and 'sad they can not do anything. It 's sad to feel powerless. While in Abruzzo regan my silence, amazement, sadness. Respect.

had been so long since I wrote anything, all I thought about it, except start that way. And the damage is also added insult, the number that distinguishes reading this post.

I would rather talk about the weekend I spent in Italy, to what has been difficult to prepare the case after just three days, than it has been hard to greet Fabrizio, Joseph and Paul, to what has bothered me the three-hour delay due to the Lufthansa flight, from Frankfurt past rather than 'by Monaco as expected. Maybe I could start with the four syringes of liquid that my doctor has taken out of my ankle in virtu 'bursitis of a neglected: "Sport? But forget it! "The doctor joked that I did the ultrasound.

Maybe I would have preferred to speak of last weekend, perhaps the first "real Serb" since I came here. And I think about Sunday when we found ourselves drinking a juice in a SPLAV directly on the Danube, with a bright sunshine over our heads and the inevitable Cathedral of St. Sava in the background. Afternoon continued with a walk along the river and a dinner of "cevapi", the "sausage"-shaped fingers originating in Bosnia.

Or maybe it would be nice to start with the beautiful sun that is emerging on the celo Belgrade for some time now: the winter seems to be over SO '"the change of season" made in Italy seems to be - at the time - a winning choice and appropriate. Although the winter and 'finished, Belgrade continues to be one of the few cities' in the world where the only players to respect the safety distance is pedestrians.

walk on the curb is not recommended because, if the shower due to the immense danger that formed puddles in the streets seems to have vanished (It's true hard for motorists not to wash the pedestrians), but they remain two categories of enemies of pedestrians . The first and 'represented by bus since' often go sliding to the pavement, their mirror projecting the risk of turning into a baseball bat to the heads of the poor passers-by., Leaving them to deal with the "wild parking". Excluding the vertical walls - although 'the Belgrade if all invent, still can not park in the vertical - in Belgrade when to park that is all: any hole and 'good to leave the vehicle. So the sidewalks (especially the most 'wide) becomes a logical extension of the road with motorists who - out of the parking lot and wanting to return to the stream of cars, do not hesitate to "make the lights" to pedestrians who claim to walk on the sidewalk.

I could start with the walk I did yesterday in Kalemegdan, the medieval fortress that dominates the intersection between the Danube and Sava. If the park and 'full of children and families, the "walk" with views of the rivers and' predominantly occupied by young people: those coupled lemonade, non-coupled ones watching walking, more 'or less everyone eats ice cream.

After some "tank", I approached the tables and benches where the old men play chess: Italian observers in Belgrade in fact can not 'do not be surprised at how many knot of men formed in the streets around the arena. The third time I approach, the more 'good speaks to me, but I do not understand. She tells me to play chess the nationality 'does not matter: when he realizes that I am Italian, ordered another to get up and put me on his right. The others seem to respect him: his opponent is not 'level of SO' in one minute wins and invites me to play. I try to refuse, but I can not SO 'the match begins.

One of the group continues to sing songs of San Remo, until 'my opponent shuts up,' cause the game and 'in progress: after I suggested two moves (correcting my two big mistakes), I find him to check -crazy. At that point I sought revenge with blacks: here corrects me twice as long 'is not found with a king and two pawns against a king and four pawns: it is getting dark, and the game' even and compact, with compliments and handshakes. "I always play at this table, please come back, professor!" He added, joking about my job in Serbia.

indeed a bit 'all remain perplexed in front of my new profession. And I can not blame this perplexity ': a black and' at the White House, I am a professor of Italian. There 's air of crisis, this is' how much. And it 'legitimate cry when there's' crisis. It 'cry when you have legitimate fear. E 'legitimate cry for dealing with disasters, in the face of death, desolation and pain. But in the face of fear we must respond with courage and determination: and e 'that's what I hope the people of Abruzzo are able to do. Even if they are in a country that believes in Vanna Marchi and law for false alarm involving an earthquake, seismologists (ok, I understand that you can not evacuate a large region to instill a forecast is not so clear, but 'heck the complaint appears to be excessive!).

What I want for my Abruzzo and 'you find the strength to fight, she can roll up their sleeves and will soon be able to get out of this terrible tragedy. No phenomenon can 'stop the sun rise again. Tomorrow 's another day. ABRUZZO FORCE!