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Every man for himself.

It can really be so blinded to the point of not being able to be objective? Maybe I'm arrogant to think of it, though, fuck, get to taste. Something elegant, which are not exactly "whatever steps the convent" or not reduced to the phrase "every hole is pirtuso. Do not do anything to not reflect stereotypes? And why do it? really is as they say thousands of years of psychology change? For Jesus's sake, please!

not let me be in the bad position of having to give reason to Galimberti.

Yes, because kids are strange.

The boys are the ones that practically according to what they say and how they behave, fucks well only if the doorknob is called Knoblock, but they are also the most in giving bad reviews on the girls. And then I tell myself that we live in a male-dominated world. And I do not know what to do because I want to do the alternative and be macho, but then I zealous and I would like to join and participate in stupid feminist conferences on the role of women in modern society, which I did, but then I find myself taking the piss out of the girls just to make common cause with the guys defending the post and write 'anti anti-machismo. And I do not want to be in the position of having to choose between two positions. And do not even want to be the eternal sloth.

And then there's this misanthropy to the world and hatred towards my way of thinking and I would very nearly to blame him, Galimberti, why are philosophers like him who have plagiarized the mind of my mother and many mothers of families, and they often are with me from their speeches that battered the fuck so much that eventually I find myself coming to terms with all my stupid stereotypes and the fact that people do not even lift a finger to get a timid, even if only fleeting refutation of them.

And I'll stop thinking like a sixteen year old only if the other is worthy to do so.

Tie.

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Just before Christmas, with a friend, I attended an unusual day out. On a train of wagons with the start of the 900, and accompanied by a jazz quartet, I walked the beautiful countryside full of olive trees and prickly pear, and lush even in winter, to reach from the towns of Lecce Nardo and Gallipoli.

not dwell on Nardo, pace of friends originating from there: from a strictly cultural-historical, architectural, not worth a visit, with the exception of the municipal theater that looks like a jewel all red.

But Gallipoli is always a spectacle, also seen in winter, at night, and with a thin thin drizzle that has nothing to envy to the Basque txirimiri of memory. Indeed, it has much more charm to the streets of old semisedeserte, to encounter children playing, and see the people live, before to disappear in the commotion of a new summer. Many unresolved curiosity I have been clarified in this visit.
In particular, I finally understood what are the myriad of churches along the island, that is nothing but the chapels of the brotherhoods. Too bad the best of them, Our Lady of Purity, will be closed for repairs two years :-( but at least I had time to see it this spring.
One thing curious and strange, that I can resell them with my next guest is the museum on the ancient arts and crafts, set up by an elderly gentleman in his court, recovery and restoration tools used in fishing, but also objects of everyday life. Many of them reminded me of things used by my grandmother's house in the mountains, leaving a sweet nostalgia for that time that was and is no longer.
Finally, I visited an underground oil mill ... where we produce oil industry, one to light the lamps! Although it was exhausting work, seems to have been much sought work in these mills (there were 14 in the entire Gallipoli, but today even knowing the position you do not know access, walled up because in the past, so they are considered lost: it save only two), because the pay was much more than you earn fishermen or farmers. Small note
controversy: for unknown reasons, were forbidden to take pictures of the mill, even it were the Mona Lisa. Oh well, the Gallipoli are strange, if they think anyone ever bought a greeting card for their mill:-P

To finish the hike, we wanted to shop at the organic market, but the prices were very high, and we are satisfied ... organic almond-flavored brandy :-) just to finish on a sweet.

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