go home and feel foreign, what a paradox!
are not the 1000 km that separate me from Italy but I have changed the lives of the people I listened, watched, drank, ate, looked and smelled.
during Christmas dinner my ears did not hear the talk around the table but echoed mollifying of Djambi Guinea, the Albanian words and accents East.
my experiment is that a short step before tackling other companies, one of many moments that we are forced to undergo to be able to evolve, yet have never been so confused as now.
I feel very alone in a crowd but now I miss the solitude difficult to win in recent months, after half a year ago to organize parties and events and having to turn off the phone to sleep.
I learned to live alone, to be wrong alone, crying alone, eating alone, sleeping alone.
but I miss the warm and cozy nest of my parents. I do not think it will ever be to be children.
after intimate reflections: cecilia show!
premise sucette = lollipop; Chaussette = sock.
other premise: I did not know what a sucette before this day.
December 6 (St. Nicholas Day, holiday very much felt in Northern Europe, also received small Tze sweet when she was little and lived in Austria); dialogue between child six years of Armenian resident of the center and Cecilia:
child: Madame Cecilia, I have a sucette?
Cecilia (surprised): You ask your mom chaussettes! it is you who is dealing with it!
child: but St. Nicholas has led to all children a sucette! can I have it too?
Cecilia (inclusive): no, what did their mothers have procured!
child (and think a bit 'angry): No, Madame Cecilia, and St. Nicholas!
Cecilia (very satisfied and early dell'incazzatura): no, is the mother who is dealing with, you have to ask you, St. Nicholas brings sweet, not chaussettes!
child walks away dejected.
Cecilia comes home and her roommate gives her a lollipop in the shape of Tweety ... SUCETTE calling!
... ops ...
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