Yesterday coming back from work proceeding on the highway at speeds similar to that of an eighty-five with his hat, I remember the phrase "Christmas with the snow is more beautiful" and I told myself that those who say so, December 23 took him to Greenland and I would say that looks wonder. Now build your igloo and see the New Year. And fun, I highly recommend. Then I'd go to book a flight to Sao Paulo, Brazil. What I see them, on TV, those in Brazil at Christmas. Are all on the beach singing and dancing and I do not seem pervaded by sadness here. I mean, personally I have never seen a Brazilian journalist who sling from service and that is crying begs him to take him to Greenland. On the other hand, for a level playing field, I must also admit that I have never heard someone who lives in Greenland, praying someone to take him to Brazil.
While driving eighty-five as a hat, I thought of all this, I was dazzled, and I moved to make room. How I came to the right, a Golf I rush past at speed embarrassing, given the road surface is not perfectly suitable for such a performance, unless one is not to make the rally of Finland. Then I was reminded of a phrase that said, long ago, a man who works with me: ninety-nine percent of the crap that happen on the street, are the ones that have a Golf.
What I never understood if he said this because it really thinks, or envy, as owner of a Panda. But so be it.
Then I got to the snow-covered village in holiday and I stopped at the bar, which I still had to eat. I ate and when I went to pay, since I had a cold monster, I thought to buy five packets of tissues, that the evening promised to be long and dripping.
This morning I woke up and even the shadow of a cold. Disappeared. Evaporated. As if there ever was. What I told myself that if I knew, I spent the euro for the handkerchiefs saved (esatto. Five packages, one euro, that here we are low prices, which do you think? Mica in Cortina we are, here), having regard difficult times.
Then I thought of Murphy's Law and all that stuff there. And I said that in the end, but who cares.
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