I refer alive after a long absence with a thoughtful post.
no mistake: they are always the usual angry vulgar, only that the arrival of autumn and the gray skies make me a less sarcastic and tantinello cincinnino a more poetic.
I just got back from the train, as often happens on Thursday, with two tickets fresh fresh-Vercelli Vercelli-Pistoia Pistoia ceninaio of a euro less. This is how much I love. It is not so much, just think how much it cost and will cost more to our dear presideeente.
Like every Thursday a queue at the ticket absurd: those who do not know where they want to go and what to do to go there (but if you want I know well where to send them), those seeking tickets for travel absurd, those who "do not want to buy ticket now, I just want to inform me, so if I'm giving birth around Christmas, "and those" but I just wanted a ticket to Florence and I have to do two hours straight (good bean, but no ticket machine eh?)
I said, despite the arrogant ass in the queue ahead of me that has put us an hour to get information about a trip that was to "further" in the end are not returned home angry and nervous. In fact, you know what? I'm really happy to leave Friday.
will say: great stuff, of course you want to leave, go to your boyfriend.
No, that's not all. Of course I'm happy to see my boyfriend. But sometimes I'm glad the journey itself. Yes, just that uncomfortable trip that lasts 5 hours and I'm changing the various trains.
After all, if I had not liked to travel by train I would not be with Loris.
train, especially with the new red arrow supponentissimo six out of the world. See homes, cars, roads outside the window whizzing away fast and make no noise. You are in a kind of limbo animated by all his noise: ringing, footsteps, sometimes tears of children (damn those who led them there) phone calls, talk, laughter. It 's the perfect time for my favorite hobby: reading. I love reading historical
meatloaf on the train out of the clouds over time. I love getting lost, not knowing in what part of the world are missing or how to get there, whom I have close to or who I have before. Living inside the pages of the book I am reading. These
5 hours (including those on regional matters, even those reading the step) I need to recharge, to detach myself from reality and live in my world. A world that can change from time to time, based on the books I choose.
Here are some of the books I read in the almost two years to train that I liked more. If you do not like very much descriptive and historical books do not try not to read them. And criticatemi, no accounting for taste:
CW Gortner The Last Queen "
M. Faber The Crimson Petal and the White
E. Zola "In the ladies' paradise"
M. Orths "The daughter of the sun and the rain"
G. Arthur "Memoirs of a Geisha"
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