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Venghino Siori. We are not here to sell, but to give.

In recent years many things have changed, both at the political, social, etc.. etc.. And among the many things that have changed, also changed the way we shop. Once there was only one way to buy something, we got dressed, you put your coat (if it was winter, of course), you climbed in the car and went to the store. Now, if you wish, you sit at your computer and buy a nuclear submarine from Russia on a site where, if you want, we can find the cream to corns. So how has it changed the way we buy, has changed the way we sell. Once again, there was a shop inside the store and there was the little man or little woman expecting rather unusual you to come and buy what you needed. Today they are you are trying to sell you something. Generally it's always things that are very favorable for you and that you can hardly refuse. Type new contracts for light, do not know how to halve prices, new contracts that allow you endless telephone conversations with the other side of the world at low prices and stuff. Only that the person making such sales should understand some things. For example, should understand that you can break my balls. For example, if I have just had a shower and I'm still wearing a bathrobe shaving, having to stop everything to go and open the door and find you want me to show me how to make a contract that is beneficial I will riparmiare unimaginable figures, you will understand maybe I can make a little change. Leave it like that then I am a person that difficult after all civil and sends you to hell just opened the door, but you know.

What then, they did not even apologize. I mean, a bell sounds and you are wearing an open robe and a face full of foam, you'll want at least say something like: ah, he was engaged. Excuse me, if anything, come back later. But no. Instead, not even for the stone. You open, bathrobe and face foam and these attacks hello. You now have the possibility of eliminating the fee Telecom and blablabla.

What I say to you but it seems normal, you're not fool others, engage in una discussione con uno in accappatoio e schiuma da barba in faccia? Cioè: tu sei in giacca e cravatta ed io sono in accappatoio e schiuma in faccia. Non ti fa sentire in imbarazzo questa cosa? Io se andassi a suonare un campanello e mi venisse ad aprire un tizio con i pantaloni abbassati ed un rotolo di carta igienica in mano non gli chiederei mai cosa ne pensa della situazione politica del Guatemala. Non glielo chiederei nemmeno se avesse i pantaloni tirati su, bada bene, ma se proprio dovessi, quantomeno aspetterei che fosse in ordine, ecco.

Dice: eh, ma loro mica lo possono sapere cosa sei a fare. Appunto: ragione di più per non suonare. Dice: eh, ma se non facessero così, non venderebbero niente. Tanto non vendono comunque, so why sfracassare balls in inopportune time?

says: eh, but are often university graduates who can not find work and how they can make do. Very true. But precisely because they are graduates, it is assumed that they have a functioning brain. And if you have a functioning brain, you would think that if it sounds a bell at nine o'clock in the morning, one inside the house even has two things to do. It already tells you that luxury in the house if he did not work at night, That if, by chance, had worked at night and you ring the bell at nine, and how if you go fuck yourself. It tells you fat if you do not already take a couple of sticks.

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Hippos.

I was noticing a thing. You know the t9? The text input system found on many mobile phones? Well. T9 I think one of the greatest inventions of the twentieth century, as perhaps, the Coca-Cola and Nutella.

The t9 is beautiful. You start writing something and he already knows what you write. Sure, there are words that the T9 does not know. For example, does not know the word "hippopotamus." What you say: I understand, but you need to write a text message the word "hippopotamus"? Boh. Put that in Africa and I want to tell someone that there are hippos. I have to write without t9. I know, you can write and then the store, but has not even said that in the future I need yet. Suppose then walk away from Africa and not go back there again: mica is easy to find a hippo in Mugello, so to speak. And therefore I need the word "hippopotamus" stored?

And then there's a strange thing. The t9 is designed so that in case you take the piss. Let me explain:

if you want to write "ai", he writes, "us", if you want to write "us" he writes, "to". I do not know how this thing, but he always writes the other of the two words you need. A little 'as when you choose a line at the cash register: the line you choose is motionless for hours while the others are like trains. But Murphy comes into play here and what could be long. However often I get messages like: For you have been in this place? or: We'll wait public gardens.

Why people trust, you know? People mica check, he knows he has to do with a smart body and trusts. And he will not care.

So what's the moral of this story? I tell you:

the moral is that, first, expect the rain to stop to go and order dinner tonight and I'm shooting for this post for long and the second is that even those who feel smart, or not are entirely, or if they are, it just puts in the backside.

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The culture of defeat.

I have quite a few 'free time before going to sleep and since I have nothing pressing to do and it's cold outside, I decided to write a long post that speaks of Fiorentina. I know you will whisk you to the football, do not give a bean blessed me to write Fiorentina and, quite rightly, you're thinking of leaving at exactly this point, this post. But I, to convince you to stay, I say also that the post will talk about it, of Fiorentina, but not all. There will also be moving memories of my childhood, and finally, towards the end of the post, a morality that will allow you to question the true values \u200b\u200bof life. Well. If after all this premise, the post did not really want to read, do not think I have other ways to convince you, if you do not pay. But I will not. So.

Fiorentina is in last place. Bad to say, but so be it. Last in the standings. Did not happen for years and it deserves (?) An accurate reflection. Come here that I'll explain.

When you're small and you realize that football can somehow be of interest to you, there comes a certain point where you have to decide which team to cheer. It 's a choice that is often light-hearted, because small is very optimistic and believe that any team we will choose, will always be the best in the world. I decided to cheer for Fiorentina, for three reasons: the first reason was that I was born in Florence, and they will agree, is a good reason. The second reason was that in my family were all for Fiorentina and therefore thought-erroneously- che la Fiorentina fosse la migliore squadra al mondo, perchè mi dicevo: mica può essere possibile che tutti i miei parenti abbiano scelto una squadra di merda. Se hanno scelto la Fiorentina, un motivo ci sarà. Il motivo lo sto ancora cercando e buona parte dei miei parenti sono morti. Il terzo motivo è stato che se avessi tifato per qualunque altra squadra, mio babbo, mio nonno ed i miei zii, mi avrebbero fatto a pezzi con una motosega ed avrebbero mangiato i miei resti il giorno di Natale. Ti dirò che tifare per la Fiorentina negli anni settanta, non era tutto rose e fiori. Anzi. Io me li ricordo i lunedì mattina a scuola: venivi accerchiato dai compagni che avevano deciso di tifare una delle tre strisciate del nord che vincevano a Sunday and the other as well, and you were savagely taken for a ride. And what could you do? No, I say you could do when the day before the Ternana you had trimmed two pears?

Gnè Gnè Gnè Juve won twenty-six zero, Gnè Gnè Gnè thirty-six Milan have won one, Gnè Gnè Gnè forty-two Inter have won four. Fiorentina And what he did? Ha ha ha.

know? That could mean? He had taken two pears from Ternana. Then menavi. Or at least they try. You could not stay quiet and still, fuck. Those taking the piss out of the team of your city, the city where you were born (which, sti assholes, we were also born in Florence them) and you restavi zitto e fermo? E insomma, cazzo, bisogna essere uomini anche se si è bambini. E allora gli menavo. Anzi: spesso mi menavano. Capirai: facci te a cazzotti contro tre o quattro. Così, oltre alle due pere prese il giorno prima, prendevo pure le botte il giorno dopo. Un genio, direi. Allora tornavo a casa e chiedevo a mio nonno: s enti un po' nonno, ma com'è che la Fiorentina perde sempre? E lui diceva: e che vuol dire se perde? C'è chi vince e c'è chi perde. Ci sono bambini che sono più bravi di te a scuola. Allora noi che dovremmo fare, mandarti via di casa e prendere qualcuno più bravo? Noi si vuole bene a te comunque tu sia. Verrà il giorno che anche la Fiorentina vincerà e if not win, never mind. Someone else will win. What matters is the commitment and loyalty.

I on time, not too much I was satisfied with that explanation, then over time I think I understand. This is the culture of defeat. Wrap themselves in it as one of those handmade sweaters to warm up by his grandmother and his warmth.

Good. I would say that I am now I can post even close. I broke the balls to write me, I imagine that you (your goodness) you read it, is close to suicide.