Here I am guys! I'm back! This time, however, is a story without the sims though, to make you happy I decided to put here and there, where I poccibile, some photos just to show you some setting and some character! :)
Contrary to what may seem, this is not an autobiography! It 'a story even if, in any history, there is always some truth ... But do not tell you what! : P
The settings may be familiar to those in my life but for once I wanted to write a story with real environments and so I used those in my life so I could be more detailed descriptions ... :) I hope you like it ...
Tell me your first impressions so I decide whether to go ahead or stop!
ENJOY!
Contrary to what may seem, this is not an autobiography! It 'a story even if, in any history, there is always some truth ... But do not tell you what! : P
The settings may be familiar to those in my life but for once I wanted to write a story with real environments and so I used those in my life so I could be more detailed descriptions ... :) I hope you like it ...
Tell me your first impressions so I decide whether to go ahead or stop!
ENJOY!
Corro. And it rains. These are the two
I run at night under heavy rain in mid-October.
I have always hated running. I'm lazy and out of breath but despite everything I run two in the morning.
I was in bed, watching TV and suddenly I realized that I had to run.
Are you wondering if I'm crazy or not, but actually do not know. Maybe I am a bit 'to run in the rain two in the morning but I have to.
I was watching a movie on DVD. A good film. And when, after forty minutes, he finally had the courage to go to her and kiss her, I decided.
I got dressed and left the home, leaving my mother who was sleeping in bed with the fear that if she wakes up will have the same trouble but got out to run in the rain.
Now you're wondering whether or not they are stupid and you are right.
Ok. Ok. Start from the beginning so maybe you'll understand why this is my mad dash in the rain at two in the morning.
all began a thousand million years ago when he was born as the first mobile phone .... Yes, of course, do not worry, I'm kidding! Now for the serious.
all started about two years ago.
After graduation I decided to go to college. You say: so what? How many of us went to college? Well I went to university not because of the desire to study engineering, but to see what I would have lost if I went there.
I chose a university far from home. I wanted to stay as far away as possible from my environment and understand how to live on the other side of Italy.
are also strange in that way. All for the university transfer and most try to go far from home in northern Italy where he believes there is a better way of life as I did I do? I moved to the south. I wanted to see what I had lost.
You see I am not a true North.
course, I am a Northern attitude but I'm not and I never will be.
I have always despised my land source because they do not understand. I could not understand how did people live in that place full of rough people, with no possibility for the future.
I've always thought so sure. When I was little I was doing the mental movie about my life and I had always believed that I would never move from my little village in the south. I would go to college closer to home, I would graduate and then I returned to my village to work and live near my family.
I would find a handsome guy, I'd be married and I did two or three children but then my perspective has changed. I moved the other
part of Italy and suddenly I saw a whole other world that I did not believe existed. I
, from ignorance of my childhood, I had always believed that the world was all the same to my village, people do the same things they did to my village.
When I moved I found myself puzzled. I was in a new world and I did not like.
I wanted to return to my village and continue with my life forever but, gradually, I realized that life in the big city, it was fantastic.
People here, if you walk down the street, not looking at you, do not calculate at all. Nobody knows and nobody cares what you do. You are not under the watchful eye of throughout the city as in my old country.
For me it was wonderful. I was beginning to settle.
I went to the disco, for the first time in thirteen years and I must say that I really liked. The disco is not, still one of my favorite pastimes, but I think often that if I had stayed in my village I would have expected, perhaps, the seventeen years to get there.
In short, the city was a blast.
The only thing I have always missed my friends. I do not know why but I never managed to make friends. I was five years in school and I got just a friend.
It is sad to hear. I must say I was discriminated enough at school. Perhaps because being originally from another part of the world or because, perhaps, I was not quite like her ... I never ever heard and I think I'll know.
age of fifteen years, however, finally, a girl in my class approached me and I managed to have a friend. We were always together. And we're still together when we have a little 'time.
Unfortunately the school is over and the real world we have invested in full. We
both in the two companies. She had more luck than me though.
She has found a permanent job while I play back and forth from one office to another project with contracts that expire after six months and find myself again in the middle of a road.
But back to my university.
I liked a lot.
Before I moved I went in search of a dwelling. I've seen, I believe, a billion of apartments before finding the right one.
say that I am a bit 'stale and I really did not feel like sharing a room with a girl I had never seen in my life so I convinced my mother to find a single room and having at last after so many holes I found the right hole.
was a small room in an apartment for four people in an old building. It was not bad apart from the fact that I hated the owner: filthy rich and stingy as well.
I run at night under heavy rain in mid-October.
I have always hated running. I'm lazy and out of breath but despite everything I run two in the morning.
I was in bed, watching TV and suddenly I realized that I had to run.
Are you wondering if I'm crazy or not, but actually do not know. Maybe I am a bit 'to run in the rain two in the morning but I have to.
I was watching a movie on DVD. A good film. And when, after forty minutes, he finally had the courage to go to her and kiss her, I decided.
I got dressed and left the home, leaving my mother who was sleeping in bed with the fear that if she wakes up will have the same trouble but got out to run in the rain.
Now you're wondering whether or not they are stupid and you are right.
Ok. Ok. Start from the beginning so maybe you'll understand why this is my mad dash in the rain at two in the morning.
all began a thousand million years ago when he was born as the first mobile phone .... Yes, of course, do not worry, I'm kidding! Now for the serious.
all started about two years ago.
After graduation I decided to go to college. You say: so what? How many of us went to college? Well I went to university not because of the desire to study engineering, but to see what I would have lost if I went there.
I chose a university far from home. I wanted to stay as far away as possible from my environment and understand how to live on the other side of Italy.
are also strange in that way. All for the university transfer and most try to go far from home in northern Italy where he believes there is a better way of life as I did I do? I moved to the south. I wanted to see what I had lost.
You see I am not a true North.
course, I am a Northern attitude but I'm not and I never will be.
I have always despised my land source because they do not understand. I could not understand how did people live in that place full of rough people, with no possibility for the future.
I've always thought so sure. When I was little I was doing the mental movie about my life and I had always believed that I would never move from my little village in the south. I would go to college closer to home, I would graduate and then I returned to my village to work and live near my family.
I would find a handsome guy, I'd be married and I did two or three children but then my perspective has changed. I moved the other
part of Italy and suddenly I saw a whole other world that I did not believe existed. I
, from ignorance of my childhood, I had always believed that the world was all the same to my village, people do the same things they did to my village.
When I moved I found myself puzzled. I was in a new world and I did not like.
I wanted to return to my village and continue with my life forever but, gradually, I realized that life in the big city, it was fantastic.
People here, if you walk down the street, not looking at you, do not calculate at all. Nobody knows and nobody cares what you do. You are not under the watchful eye of throughout the city as in my old country.
For me it was wonderful. I was beginning to settle.
I went to the disco, for the first time in thirteen years and I must say that I really liked. The disco is not, still one of my favorite pastimes, but I think often that if I had stayed in my village I would have expected, perhaps, the seventeen years to get there.
In short, the city was a blast.
The only thing I have always missed my friends. I do not know why but I never managed to make friends. I was five years in school and I got just a friend.
It is sad to hear. I must say I was discriminated enough at school. Perhaps because being originally from another part of the world or because, perhaps, I was not quite like her ... I never ever heard and I think I'll know.
age of fifteen years, however, finally, a girl in my class approached me and I managed to have a friend. We were always together. And we're still together when we have a little 'time.
Unfortunately the school is over and the real world we have invested in full. We
both in the two companies. She had more luck than me though.
She has found a permanent job while I play back and forth from one office to another project with contracts that expire after six months and find myself again in the middle of a road.
But back to my university.
I liked a lot.
Before I moved I went in search of a dwelling. I've seen, I believe, a billion of apartments before finding the right one.
say that I am a bit 'stale and I really did not feel like sharing a room with a girl I had never seen in my life so I convinced my mother to find a single room and having at last after so many holes I found the right hole.
was a small room in an apartment for four people in an old building. It was not bad apart from the fact that I hated the owner: filthy rich and stingy as well.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Penelope, that's your name right? I do it the contract even if you want but are fifty euro more per month>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Per month? But kidding right? If you want to do fifty euro at the beginning and the same number at the end of the contract ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No, I'm sorry, I can not, I can not understand? I have to pay the mortgage ...>>
You have to pay the mortgage? But if you have ten apartments in this building and they've had inherited from your father ...
course this is not because the house I told him I liked but I tried to bargain.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Lady Carla, I really like the house. Then it is close to the university This is exactly what I was looking for but two hundred euro a month without a contract and wants more in three months deposit in advance ... I just did not do it. I do not have mica in a Swiss bank account or the magical well in the garden>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Scusa're doing sarcasmo?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No, no, but I would never ... I want this house and I want a contract. How do we do?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Look, if you want, these are the conditions, otherwise I have other appointments today to see the house. There are other girls who would take the Now!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Okay ... then I think and then call it. If in the meantime has found someone who is angry, too bad. It will be for another time!>>
I went a bit 'disappointed and after a whole day to see other homes, under the same conditions, but much uglier, I decided to call Mrs. Carla.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Carla? I am Penelope, do you remember me? I saw his apartment this morning.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Si, you ricordo…>>
I answered a bit 'disgusted but excited.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ho lot of thought and I decided to take his apartment although I would meet to decide the termini.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Look .. Penelope, right? The apartment is rented almost. There is another girl saw him and is determined to take it. If you're happy to take it to the conditions that I told you this morning, fine. I will say to another girl who arrived late, otherwise I'm sorry.>>
I realized that there was no other girl. When tenants say there is someone else there is nobody.
I said that I agreed and we met again after an hour flat. After several chats
could decrease the deposits of three months to nothing but a contract.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Well Penelope. You moved here from September 1 onwards. I leave your keys to your roommate.>>
We said goodbye and two weeks later, on September 1st, I moved home.
My roommate was already there. There was only one. Who knows what he was doing there since September 1 remained, for me, a mystery. Carla
was not able to rent the other two beds so we were just me and her and I liked it very much!
It was not bad. It was nice, sweet and very helpful. He taught me a lot of things and I have to admit that thanks to her many times when I had nothing to eat because I had run out of funds this week, do not remain fasting.
was an excellent cook and still, sometimes, when my mother said to be on a diet and just begins to cook boiled vegetables, I feel the lack of its delicacies.
Initially I was not very fashionable. I was not the typical college party girl.
As all of my colleagues went to parties and coming to class in the morning with sore eyes and head hangover, I was lucid and without shadows.
But then, midway through the first semester, I met a boy.
I met him by chance in the canteen.
All my colleagues ran away to follow the physics lesson while I had lunch with calm and preferred to skip the lesson.
I hated and still hate physics.
I was sitting quietly at a table that I ate my slice of pizza and that's fantastic that he is sitting in front of me.
Now, the pizza from the dining room is very good, except that, after ten minutes that is out of the oven, it becomes a bit 'hard and cut becomes an impossible mission. I hate to eat pizza with your hands then, usually, always cut it. It is also true that, usually, only took the pizza and then, just out of the oven, still warm, cut it was a joke, but that day, I decided to binge and I also got the pasta with tuna. Time to eat the paste that had become a pizza stone, so I decided to eat with your hands.
Just as I gave my first bite of pizza and laboriously he tore a piece, he sat down.
I kept the pizza with both hands and as the bite did not want to forcefully pulled off ... and Zacchi: bumped my tray, I dropped the water bottle without a cork, which fell strictly on the table spreading water everywhere and also on his pants.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Oh god, I'm sorry. Forgive me please, I did not do a mail>>
\u0026lt;tranquilla, 'No not now niente, asciuga!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Please excuse me ... we put an eternity to dry and then makes a bitterly cold outside ..>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;It will mean that I'll wait here for a while 'until it is dry. Calm is nothing. Rather, now you're left without water and I know how hard that eat pizza without water>>
He took his bottle and handed it to me.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No, no, I can not really. So I decided to leave it now has become a stone>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No, but you say? It is very good when it's hard but it is a bit 'hard to chew ...>>
He was right. God only knows what was right. I loved the pizza from the dining room.
refused for five minutes until its water at one point took a paper cup, as supplied to any student who gets water, and filled it.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Here! So it's only a glass. I do not have my private water but you can eat a tasty pizza your>>
I smiled and thanked me.
We chatted for a while '. What's your name, what do you study, where you come, you have a funny accent, and why you came here .... The same questions you do with students.
finished eating and chatting we got up, threw the dishes in special plastic containers, aluminum sliding tray on the left that flowed and we left the table. Oddly
his pants were almost completely dry and I was happy not to have a boy shivering on his conscience.
Out of the mess I need to smoke. I ate so much that I was going to explode so I opened my backpack and pulled out a beautiful camel light at that moment, for me, smelled too inviting.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hey! It's not that I offriresti one?>>
I looked for a nano second and I thought, "I know you from even an hour and already I get a cigarette? It is true that I knocked over a bottle of water on him but sigarette sono mie.”
Io odio offrire le sigarette. Faccio tanto per risparmiare durante la settimana per comprarle e poi arriva uno con un bel visino e io non posso fare a meno di dargliene una.
<<Grazie!>>
<<Prego!>>
Fumammo insieme mentre scendevamo la lieve discesa che separa la mensa dal resto del campus.
<<Bene, io vado a sinistra…>>
<<Io vado a destra… Penelope has been a pleasure to meet you ... maybe we can review what you say?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Oh .. uh ... sure, why not?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ti leave my number ok?>>
Here, now what? You should know that I have a big problem when meeting new people: do not ever remember their names. I remember where they are, what they do, remember their tax code if I may say, but I can never remember the names before they repeat it to me a couple of times.
To learn the names of my classmates took me a month. I was with them almost twelve hours a day and I had no idea of his name. If, one day, it was not for a professor who asked everyone to put their name on a list, I never knew their names.
I was in the bottom of the row in front of me were all those with whom I was. I waited patiently and when we signed the package arrived in my hands I held him five minutes to read the names and associate them with those who had written them.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Tieni, store it tu!>>
Problem solved. I gave him the phone number and name and he wrote and then I walked past the phone.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Allora see you call me Penelope… ok?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Certo, the farò!>>
When you least expect it, here is a fantastic guy who is interested in you.
As soon as he turned his back I rushed the book to see the new name and found him right away. Paris.
Paris? But that name is Paris? Is there someone named Paris? Yes, him! That p or that I speak my name is a whole story ...
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