MANIFEST S. SPIRIT
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Let's pretend it never happened at all. That no one has to forgive sins. What has been done to prevent the tragedies we still cool memoria.Immaginiamo instead of wanting to see the funny side of faccenda.Metti one afternoon decide to visit your closest friend who lives in Palese, Park Capitaneo, while you, for unpredictable complications of life, live in Holy Spirit. Put that know the reality on the street but you rely on luck to laziness. Suppose you did not have desire to know the closing times of those damn bars stramaledettissimo the level crossing. - And then, not you punctuate the rhythms of your life on train schedules, therefore, that the FS-Place follow the emotional impulse of the moment that makes you say, "Now I go to see Milena. With its light-heartedness I move a bit 'of his good humor. Today was a very tiring day ... Put ... turned the corner that takes you away Capitaneo with the hope of ever: not seeing the red light in front of those you hate bars. Eh, what? cold and the eye of the level crossing you constipated intimate: "From here you go." Then you think: "What should I do? Wait reopen or circumnavigate the entire highway? ". You decide to wait a bit '. You never know. This time you may be lucky. Skip the first train, then the second, then third, fourth, fifth and behind you a column of cars close to you all hope to reconsider and reverse. You think, "But how do others keep quiet? Maybe it already resigned. " - While your self-control has already begun with the penultimate train. Milena and nothing but the good mood! Finally, after three quarters of an hour you've been pitted and litanies while forty infringed through the barrier through carelessness with the rails, the rods hoist the flag of freedom of movement and falls that anachronistic, and our free-range "at the Berlin Wall ...." Can you think of the TAV, the unresolved problems of the South, the story of Italy in two speeds. There seems to be in the Third World, but in the second millennium! We propose to him, "Next time I do not give a damn. If I close, I prefer to circumnavigate.. "It is once again the opportunity very soon. This time, however, just around the corner should be noted that the bars are raised struts like the sound of the national anthem. Do you find yourself exclaim, "Hooray! How fortunate I was. " And sang with emphasis: "Brother ... and ... lli, of Ita ... to ... lia, the Ita ... lia has run a de ... ... and ... is ..." Watch the clock and try to remember precisely the time you will in the future to find free passage. Are exactly the 16.45. "I remember it well." Mentally the skim: "... 16.45, 16.45 ...". Of course, as soon as you decide to go to visit Milena try to implement your plans. Exit and then home at 16.30 to find the level crossing before 16.45. The red eye in front of the barriers almost assures you, "Well, thank goodness, are in advance. Will reopen soon. " Your hope soon vanishes. The bars do not show any rise. Wait for about 20 minutes. Nothing. Not a leaf stirs. After a little 'arrogant passing train. You think, "Maybe slightly in travel delay. Good thing which is come at last. " It throws a sigh of relief knowing who is finished waiting. Well, I do not believe it. Pass the second, then third. - You had unfortunately come to terms with the Railways and their chronic lack of punctuality. Why, of course, the delay of a train has pulled itself with many others, because of the coincidences. - This time, however, you find yourself alone behind the dam. Decide to face the hated change path to move towards the ring road that will lead you beyond the transition. Do not overlook, however, along the way, look out of control at the next crossing in hopes of finding the way free. Nothing. To accelerate quickly groped in vain to recover the time lost in waiting. Finally get to the last level crossing and you still see it blocked in the console since you now you're away. Just before the final turn to the left of your bars, struts and bloated, they stand proud, while their characteristic sounds mocking bells and chanting in a Neapolitan seems rather Approximate "Tattara, Tattara, but sin you live in the CCA. Tattara, Tattara, I vulite spalummà? "So, chewing on bitter and angry by tightening the jaw, I swear to yourself that you have to change the neighborhood, otherwise you are not alternatives: change or friend, or move house and move there. Or change it to her to move out of here. Why do not you believe it, but everything seems easier for an unlikely intervention of politics and government, or even a surgeon to sew up his belly ripped open in this area.
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