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Last month

Looking back last month and see the road I have traveled. As we walked over to me seemed to be suspended in a comfortable familiar environment, without affection, safety, people irreplaceable memories. But the pleasure to walk on their land has ancestral roots. I want to retrace the last month to fully understand where they are now. The first thoughts go to my best friend Fabrizio. The last pearl of my adventure ciclocurioso got. I remember the 18 minutes of San Lorenzo at his side Wednesday, December 16. All shades of green and marrore were present, with hints of yellow and orange. Then jump in the silent white with Andrew and Chris Paul, and the peace of the refuge Averau. The sound of the snowshoes in the snow, the fear of the yoke, the hot tea to infinity, the stub that warms your back, the dishes and the friendliness of Sandrone, I doubt the long, frozen diesel fuel and the inauguration of the white bar. But on the whole infinite Nuvolau refuge. And
find Ivan usual intersection of St. James as if nothing had happened after Aug. 22, with the same if not increased desire to be seen speaking to ride together. Fabrice F. and Louis G. I have always been close.
And then it was always faster than a treadmill Gift Cards panettone between familiar faces and hugs with loved ones. A door with a draft open, closed by the winter wind.
The soccer matches, Andrea and Robert Alexander. Lunch of the hare, the spaghetti with ossada o'clock on the night of panevin. Some
line fever and ran home to mom Solidea always special for a barbecue in front of the fireplace with Paul, Paul Welcome and our captain. The
greeting by Fabrizio intersection Resera-Arfanta.
And the greeting in the morning of 9 Fabrizio with the car in no parking (but he can).
Here I am, five days later, many new data in mind and already many relational feedback on the battlefield. Next month will accrue to the decision and the junction is approached.

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December 15

December 15 .. has arrived. I'm at the airport in Tallinn, the flight leaves in 50 minutes. Back in Italy after 90 days, and I know that everything will be extraordinarily equal in my eyes and extraordinarily different. take advantage of these 50 minutes to make a small budget, not so much the first three months of this adventure Baltic, as of 2009. A year of transition, travel, change. Certainly aware of, or at least that we are tending. Wonderful memories and moments of difficulty .. every trip is a continuous succession of ups and downs. and it is good to remember that when you feel you can not infallibly sure that mistakes, and when you think you have lost everything you can only gain. The balance goes to extremes. The balance is close to the roots, the branches can go far but they are exposed, sometimes too much.
E 'was the year of decision for work. The bank is a good school teaches form, education, method, rigor. But it was definitely on my way. Luckily I met important people that I have "formed" in the sense of given form and way of thinking about myself and about them. I thank Luke Z. and M. Luke, both in the same way. So different and so strong, both. Two teachers, both.
2009 was the year of solitude after three years of married life. You can not make comparisons, the comparison fails. I often say to myself that it was a need to take a step back to take the next forward with absolute determination. And the firm awareness.
E 'was the year of Campagnolo tears, Piazza Maggiore arrival better than I've ever seen. It 'was the year of the consecration of a friendship that will last forever, because a language made of magic and sometimes silent.
E 'was the year in which it lost, I have found guides, masters. People older than me, that simply the way I are suggesting. Andrea Ivan and do not know but I hope soon to give them both the gift of knowing each other.
Now you go home for three weeks. Meeting all I have left. Meeting for the first
Fabrizio, the last friend in time that I met with the bike. I feel like I know you always dear Fabrizio, and the affection with which I've been around three months to cement our relationship. 9.30 meeting tomorrow!
Meeting the family, mom dad Ariadne, with whom I really want to spend Christmas.
Meeting friends, one more important than the other.
Meeting the hills, the bike, the inn senz'oste, Bonnie in the garage.

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heart heats

E 'already on December 2, my mind has to stay focused on Estonia and Vigala for another ten days before returning to Italy for a Christmas break. They last Christmas in me had aroused no enthusiasm. It was not a moment that looks forward, nor, perhaps, there was much to celebrate.
Just a year ago, in my basket, there were a lot of broken eggs. And to be happy at Christmas, there must be peace first and foremost. Then there must be a reason, or more than one, wait for the moment in particular.
This year there are lots of reasons, and I can say, finally, Christmas is coming.
I'm preparing for landing in Veneto from various fronts: I am organizing my evenings and my days with you friends, I'm finally riding on Realtour (bellissimo! careful Fabri ...), and I'm starting to read the story with passion Italic. Especially the political course, passion has always been cultivated, more or less directly.
And I'm rediscovering an active political heart, who wants to get excited if necessary. Today while having lunch I read the Courier and the Republic on the net and I saw two videos of Fini, the one with the Prosecutor of Pescara and its intervention in Ballarò.
This blog is not a policy and then not express personal opinions or judgments. What is certain is that we are at the mercy of the waves and the sea is becoming increasingly large, the polarizing power, small seek protection in defending his master, who has respect for institutions and is himself institution is shown the door, unwelcome.
Italians, let's take a step back to see the scene so as complete as possible. As long as we are enraptured by the colors and we experience the charm of the screen we miss something, always. And the puppeteers continue to move at will.


".. and changing governments, and the enemy's smiles in silence
protected by the logic of the tacit consent of those who enjoy
of a situation which is convenient to many
maintain a high level of fear and the conscience of the ignorant fear
poverty fear
fear of the unknown face to the great void of themselves
with the critical conscience in a state of complete catalepsy
defeat the enemy is trying
look inside your heart and give it life
as a fire almost out
make it alive give movement
the enemy often hides in what we believe in

and hypocritical moral transgressions controlled and organized under the counter and illegal drugs in
well distributed
the enemy creates fake enemies to shield themselves and appear respectable
shape the appearance and take the form of what it contains
pretending to freedom will bind with its chains .. "Lorenzo Cherubini

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More light, please!

Today I learned. It will be one of those days when, once put his head on the pillow, I'll say "ok, the day was a major step forward."
At 14.30 I had an appointment with our dear Jaak, but not in his office in Paldiski Mantee but in the hospital. Yes, Jaak has been there for quite a while, at least 15 days, as it is not too good. He had an infection in his leg in August that could cost him dear, it all seemed past, a common flu but it has weakened and the virus infection (which had remained latent) has spread. Or so he told me in our Estonian-Engl.
Müstamäe Hospital is the largest in Estonia, a tower block white with some red vertical line. Jaak waiting for me in the lobby entrance. E 'on the phone when I arrive, sitting in a wheelchair. His foot is still bandaged, his face felt very pale, legs are thin, so many properties now days. I've been to see him so bad for him, is a young boy, turns 40 in a few days. I have come immediately to mind two things, two parallel flash: his stories of when he was a swimmer in the Estonian national, and grandfather, Gino.
Jaak, a big man of 190 cm and perhaps more, at the time of CCCP was in the district of Estonia's national swimming (obviously was not independent yet). He told me of his retreats in Siberia, races, stronger than it was in those years. And I said many times that all his comrades have since become Swim important people in business in Estonia because the sport as they did was a great school. And the grandfather Gino
by analogy, the last and only person close to me I've seen sitting in a wheelchair. His eyes and the eyes of Jaak were the same, a bit shiny to say, "you do not know how bad you are watching the world and not being able to walk."
's right, I do not know. I've always been all right, I could choose every day whether to stay relaxed, sitting or stand up, walking, running, traveling. The possibility Choice is what makes a person happy, free and peaceful.
Our meeting two Oretta was anything but a complaint by her about her condition. He, former CEO of Saku Brewery (account is the Italian Peroni) and Kalev Land (Italian Ferrero makes the account), went straight to the point where we had to discuss, we held meetings in Tartu on Friday, we have concluded the contract with Stockmann Riga, we planned the next moves on Tallinn. In addition, on Sunday afternoon, I will return to see him get together for submission to the EAS, the very important meeting on Monday.
Just as if we were in his office in Paldinski Mantee. Needless to say, I
admired for his strong will and her spirit warrior, an athlete.
Thank you for what you're doing, dear Jaak.
change the subject, today is really somebody forgot to turn on the light .. at noon looked like the 16 and 15 it was dark .. and the most my son burned two bulbs (not one!) In the kitchen .. I did something wrong Enel Estonian?