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I have not been "deported" from the camels, no. Not yet. We
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Bad news:
- we lost ATM card. The process to acquire a new one has revealed that the Dutch when it comes to combining mess, are not so different from the Italians.

- they have stolen the TomTom. I can not wait to lose myself between the Dutch countryside.

- Christine , the infernal machine, he decided to leave the highway in a cold and windy afternoon in June. It 'was obviously premeditated action on the amount of things that are broken. Total cost of the return to life: 2500 €. Come back workshop my neighbor asked me: "Why are you smiling?". It's not a smile, is a stroke.

-old babbiona I became impatient. I have the tolerance levels of a nonagenarian, I annoy everyone and everything, sometimes I do own discomfort.

Good news:
- have told us that we'll be here until at least late September. Then we'll see but it is possible that we could stay until the end of the project. Well. I am not lured the very idea of \u200b\u200bspending August in the sand hot.

- in a month I'll be your feet wet in the blue sea of \u200b\u200bSardinia.

- after several weeks of sweaters and socks, summer's here too. Hot sun and thereby taking residence in the chair in the garden. I also tanned, behold!

- one of my best friends came to visit, bringing with it the panzetta of 5 months and the tenant of 20 cm and a little more than we do somersaults inside. :-) Among other things I have learned that not all pregnant women are pantofobiche and who is calm and balanced character remains so even in those nine months.

- I'm hoping to learn Dutch but lately I going something like this ...




That's it.
I go to prepare a mountain of cream puffs. I do not are never good but I hope that this time I manage ...

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8. The occasion promises.

Hello, my name is Andrea Martucci.
Hi! Are Martucci Andrea ...
Hello, I'm Andrea! Yes, Martucci, that of research. Yes

It shit! Fake like a 7 euro banknote.

Which side you turned, looked more like a clumsy way of bullshitting with ease. What, you say.
But my call to the cemetery in Piacenza!

"Hello, how may I help you?"
Damn, was responding to a voice of good kid friendly and polite. If you understand what I mean, that voice was not exactly my main source of blessed truffaldinaggine, at a time like that. An old nasty, that yes, with one foot in the grave (appropriate, considering the effort), and transform research in austerity University Professor Martucci was a wedding invitation.
But I had to deal with that disarming scout all anxious to help me out. Well, after all who was I to disappoint?
"I wanted some information about a certain chapel ..."
"What is your degree of relationship?"
"Uh. Uh." I whispered, trying to find a credible and sustainable.
"No degree of relationship" I sighed, wandering and pointless fake.
"I am a student and am trying to pursue a research thesis on Ernesto Maria Pasquali, and I was wondering if you could somehow validate some information on him. Date of birth and other details ... "
" Unfortunately I could not help it - I beg you, I thought, at least give me the aura of you who mock me thick disintegrates! - I could not help but since this is a university research ... I will throw an exception. "
Maybe it was there smiling benevolently, the caller. clear to me was a matter of divine intervention, and the golden tumbler switchboard began an extensive list of" born- died "for a half-dozen relatives. The tree was growing bud. Genealogy. In an instant my curiosity stubborn erased the shame of a decade of pots of rosemary bought mercilessly and left to dry in the sun. But that was all.
The list confirmed and increased the amount of family information, but for now, leaving intact the details useful for further research. Details that were looking for? A name and a surname of an heir.
I asked and I had a partial response: yes, no, I said the guy, and added the name of a town in Lombardy. If there was hope in the world to get answers to my questions, was that person that everything depended. "Somebody Up There was distracted, I thought. (continued)

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Women, how far are you willing to keep a close man?
Buonocore Anna was ready for anything, even to kidnap the baby of another mother from the nest.
Nurse, uncensored, in love with a married man. He puts Pregnant and she is convinced that bind him to himself because of her pregnancy. Then, something goes wrong: the child loses, but pretending to still be pregnant.
And then come across, this baby, just as Luke recorded to the registry, so small as to be probably his son, born in the hospital where she works, mother does not suspect anything, is a unique opportunity. What Anna does not miss: kidnaps the baby, born the day before, and present it as a child of his lover.
and say it is the mother of two daughters, 11 and 19, which said that for health reasons had to bring home the baby to take care of him.
Moral of the story now is in solitary confinement in prison Fuorni (Salerno), watched overnight and charged with kidnapping and abuse.

For what man may be worthwhile to end like this?

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7. De divagantis wandering borgatarum arboreum.

Today, with your permission, I bring you a place to which they are closely linked. I come from the township, to me dirty walls, broken beer bottles, rubbish bins on fire and other installations of the artists underground backlinks are the most common scenario of this and other worlds. But, by now accustomed to this display of contemporary art, often turn my attentions to the classic-style events, like this big tree on the fitting. I take refuge from time to time, and it's like going to see an old, quiet friend. What speaks to you in detail showing you the details of life divided into four seasons. Yes, you say, but in the photo the link is not seen. And yet there. Just like my story about Easter: not yet in sight, but there . Today I wanted to think about this, as I climbed up there. What has meaning for Easter absorb his emotions? And what is left of those moments? The fact is that talking about a character so far on its own can give food for thought.

I felt a tingling in the head. The thought was: "And if he did not want hanged me that his facts?"
I filled the eyes of the landscape and the strength in my hands I returned home relaxed, but full of doubts. The intimate brackets is over, tomorrow I rolled up his sleeves and try to understand the basis on which I shall call Cemetery Piacenza, impersonating a distant relative and ask if they know where I can find the referent of the tomb. The family tomb of Easter, in what is called the 'West Wing. (continued)

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"As the wind between the walls" broadcast on Hollywood Party

As this story becomes a movie, and how each work invisibility is tantamount to nonexistence, inaugurated here Our press release with a nice telephone interview in the radio program "Hollyood Party", registered on May 23 last . Thanks to Steve Henry and Della Casa Magrelli we can say that finally the project was cleared! Enjoy from your Martucci.