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!
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