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September 4 return to Brussels ... and it seemed never to be playing!
Monday I rushed to the center ... a little 'because of withdrawal symptoms in children and a little' bit because ipercuriosa to see the group of Americans (hereafter the americans. .. We have not yet identitificati as separate entities, we are one big ectoplasm that moves and speaks with one voice simultaneously).
after 5 minutes we had not yet learned the names of each other but we had already organized an educational trip (destruction) in Amsterdam (which after I damned to find tickets and hostel will not attend because feverish and delirious).
but not over the surprises of my first Monday in Belgian land I felt the character of nightmare before christmas ... OVUNQUEEE SNOW! bright as snow, powdery flour, icy snow and intrusive ...
course snow + children = battle of snowballs ... which, of course, ... I could not participate in the commencement of the dances! I've never seen so many smiles in one backyard ... smiles of children, mothers, babies, social workers, of young men, educators, people who were sad but then it became a bit 'happy, however, before people were happy ... we laughed and we all felt a bit 'more united, a little' more in a family in this enormous house too outside the box.
last but not least ... Monday I met my new roommate! is French, and it will be nice to amsterdam with me (when you heal ...).
2009 has started well, better than my expectations, very best of circumstances ... until the day before yesterday when the fever has beset my mangled body from the cold (-15 ° C!!) and snow ... and a little 'spat upon by bacteria in babies from my plate when we speak on during meals (this is just universal happening even when I worked at cres doffing, my mom says the same thing happens in elementary school ... I'm learning to live with almost ... almost sad when my flatmates are not speaking with his mouth full and still sitting on their chairs during lunch ...).
are now in the position of the caterpillar in the bug (ie cecilia wrapped in multiple layers of blankets) sipping aspirin, spraying spray menthol throat and inhaling chemicals anti catarrh, circonadata by an army of used tissues and wrinkled ... luckily I have a caring roommate (and now unemployed) who takes care of me going to buy kebab help my body but, above all, my soul ...
e. .. news .... news scoop of the scoop ... HEATING (TO MY SIDE OF THE ROOM) ... IT WORKS! I had some moments in the last three days when I was even warm, funny feeling that I had forgotten that by now ...
ah ... Monday and Monsieur le batiment, alias Monsieur properties, alias!%&/§ decided that evicted us all ... but fortunately in Belgium, I've always claimed to be an extremely civilized country .. . ... and cold until March, you can not evict people because winter ... merci! ull'ultima information
small note: When he said were the h22 (manifested knocking at our door with "soft touch and lovely") and this kind of Don Rodrigo de noaltri was visibly (and smell) of alcohol .. . imenticato has everything the next day ... thankfully! All's well that ends well ...

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a bit 'a bit serious ...' the usual tze!

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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I apologize for neglecting the blog ... but I have experienced intense week ...
since my colleague is on vacation (and there is still a month and a half!) Cecilia is itself grappling with a score of children whining and sometimes smelly (but I admit, always fun!) which, by its immense joy ... have had a week of vacation before halloween: holiday for them, double work for me! in a week we turned the table in the center of an amusement park thrill: witches, monsters and entertainers dressed up to scare children. The result? no child is scared ... but they may not have even afraid of werewolves? bah ... maybe after landing in Lampedusa are not afraid even the devil himself ...
after a week full immersion into the wonderful world of the children arrive, the Italian delegation (Black Elk) and the French delegation in Brussels on the occasion of an exchange project on participatory democracy advocated by the EU and Cecilia ... is the official translator! (Also a lecturer at the European parliament ... uhuh ... er ... sorry for the motion of pride ...). the fact is that translation is not so much that makes me very tired as three hours sleep a night (although I have to do to guide the night Brussels, no ?!)... and taste the beer, cherry, raspberry, chocolate ( yuck ...), with blueberries, mango, fishing ... well, it's tiring!
after kisses, hugs and exchanges of addresses msn. with delegations from Gallic and Italic RIXENSART ... back to (where I received a "romantic" marriage proposal from an Afghan boy named ... armani ...) ... then back to italy!
ah ... I love ... and revival take a shower in a bathroom clean and true !!... ...
return is not too much trauma in Brussels (round trip: I addormenatata before takeoff and woke up with the applause of passengers compliments for landing).
Wednesday two young Roma people ask me the keys to the gym ... I do not have. I tell them to ask the front desk but there does not give them to him (in reality in because they had not, because it already worked); them, however, do not understand French very well and the lady at reception was not much tried to explain to them why for not giving them to him. come back to me and ask me to go there in person because they are not given, the largest (A year older than me, 2 children ... and the third on the way) asked me how can I be worthy to have something when I ask? because someone is more worthy of me? how to become worthy? then, did not have the keys to a misunderstanding ... but ... listen to that cry of despair and resignation ... I tore the heart. conclusion: After several rounds (empty them and mine) in search of the key, had her.
the description of the proposed marriage in the next episode.
bonne nuit

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leads to another ....

the middle I made friends with a resident: Oualid. E 'Algerian, 31 years old (5 of which spent in prison, 3 of them in solitary confinement because of his religious beliefs and political). Monday he called me and told me: j'ai reçu the positif! (ie Belgium has recognized this as a political refugee.)
Wow ... At the center
great festive atmosphere, all in a circle to plan the future of Oualid now started looking for a house, a job ... well, it can build a real life. ... Until they approached Burim (20 years, Kosovo Albanian) ... in silence, sad. Not him, he received "the négatif" after a year of waiting ... waiting ... and waiting.
Burim Yesterday, I and other residents of Rixensart we went to a concert. During the pause, he looks at me with two big eyes blacks and asks me: Do not you have a Belgian friend wants to marry me? Instantly begin to laugh but then we stop, we both know that it was a joke but the voice of bitterness and despair.
I invited some 'of people to dine with me tonight and this afternoon Elva Cecilia, industrious, they cooked, a Peruvian dish made with potatoes and garlic (ah. .. that goodness), a sauce vegetable to accompany the Moroccan bread, pasta "cheese and onion" ... there was an atmosphere around the Bolognese style because of the four speakers (too bad there were not faithful companions ... my roommates and living Travel ...). Let's see if the evening will be a success and if the famous Cecilia's parties can be exported en Belgique ... (a intanto. .. bathroom is small).
(I apologize for references Bologna ... but I was educated by a moment of nostalgia ...).
pearls of wisdom. Tony, 5 years: you can not throw out the window, otherwise you may fall on persons who are in that window. A
tantot ...