I apologize for the delay but I was wrong. Again ...
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To try to think less in Paris I threw myself headlong into the study. That semester I had only two courses: Geometry of Architecture and Design in a nutshell was technical drawing.
spent hours and hours to draw orthographic projections, perspective projections and the project for the final exam: we had to design the museum 's Ara Pacis in Rome in many perspectives and dimensions.
I must say that for my approval rating, this building is really disgusting, but who am I to make judgments on the works of great architects like Richard Meier ? We were only in mid-April and I had already finished three of the four panels of the project.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not even we have finished credo… questa?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Si perché?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But still must explain how to do prima…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;This was explained at the beginning of the course you remember? And I did it!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But in the meantime he changed his mind?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Gli the gap faccia!>>
One afternoon me and three of my fellow students we had met in my house to study how it happens every day now since Paris was party. went to my house after school, cooking, eating and then studied.
I must say that I did not go very well in geometry because Having lost the first lessons, I was not able to recover.
All those formulas made me go mad.
I must say that I really connected with a few people in my class.
course there was John, and then there was Jade, Angelo and David. They were my best friends.
That afternoon we had all except John, who was returned to his country because his girlfriend was ill.
Jade was explaining a concept of geometry (do not ask me why as a second after the explanation, I had already forgotten), and the two boys were playing cards.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Dai raga but you do not interessa?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Veramente no…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Look that you also have to do this test ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Si know but then you do not study preoccupare!>>
Angelo and David were two slackers. Do not ever see them except when they are not forced to study and was rarely in class.
Since Paris had gone even they had helped me a lot, especially Jade, in which, it seemed, had really found a true friend. Beyond them was
Morena, my best friend who lived in Verona. I have never abandoned her.
All the time that I was at university called me every week and each call lasted in our average of two hours. When he learned that Paris had started calling me all the time and gave me courage.
I was happy to have found these friends who loved me and I thought, thanks to them, I could stay there without being too badly because of the distance from Paris.
Paris in April passed quickly and not called me even once.
I continued to stay all night with the pillow over the phone but to no avail because the phone did not ring ever.
Every time I saw "unknown number" flashing on the screen of your phone's heart began to beat a thousand, and when I answered and I felt that Paris was not a piece of my heart died.
I did not know what to think. If he was fine, if he was hurt, if something had happened ... I even thought he was dead.
was at that time that I saw that the people with whom I had spent the last year he was with me for convenience only.
One day I said to Jade, Angel and David would not have gone to class and then cancel the study session in the afternoon. They said nothing.
From the day after their behavior changed.
I barely turned the word, does not retain a place for me near them in class and if I did it for them, they sit somewhere else.
One day I went to Jade.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ehy Jade can parlare?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Certo dimmi!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bè I want to know perché…>>
We were interrupted by David Jade came to call.
you do not listen to me anymore. He got up and walked away without saying anything. I did not know what to think. I thought I had done something wrong, you said something offensive and that I had not realized.
One day, quite simply, I turned plus the word. John remained
thrilled as I am.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;They are all a mass of balls! We have taken advantage of what they did here. As long as you fed them every day for free was well. Then you said no once and they mutinied. Now go to study at the home of Tatiana.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But why? We were friends ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Penny those are not friends ... how many times have returned? How many times did they get a bundle of dough just to say "we do not spend it all in Penelope? eh? Never for what I know ...>> Week after week, I came home and I saw Leonardo increasingly sad and depressed.
I came home and spent all day on the books. Do not listen to more music, I no longer read a normal book, not writing even more on my diary.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hey Penny you say? Would you like if we go a bit '?>> \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Leo sorry but we can not get out tomorrow? Now I'm studying and I'm not going to stop ...>> I answered ever so
Leo and whenever he lowered his head and sadly went out of my room.
I was so focused on my things and my mood that I could not even to be interested in the fact that Leo had entered a phase of rebellion and her hair looked like a fin of a shark rainbow. From that situation, the only happy were my father and Gabriel.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;That's so you! You have to study! No more wasting time with nonsense!>>
Yes, of course, I spent all day on the books but did not study anything.
spent all day looking at the pages of books or to revise old notes. I had them before but really did not see them.
What I saw were blurry images of Paris with an unknown girl walk around the MIT campus
When I was not on the books I put in front of the computer, turn google maps and looked at the campus in Paris. "Maybe now it is here or here .." I said to myself as I looked at the property map.
was now two months that Paris did not call me and I did not know what to think. I was worried and angry because he was gone and I had left no address.
I was depressed and sad because I was in love with him and why I was angry with the world.
One evening I was in my room in the apartment of the university. My roommate was giving a dinner with his friends and continued to come knocking at my door.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Penny come by to eat! Do you have fun, you leisure, are a bit 'in the company .. want to call John so he is?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Melania preoccupare… thanks but do not go well do not worry about me!>>
I was in my room in the dark with only the light of my pc that was quickly scroll pictures of me and Paris in a video that I had done him. While the photos ran the background music echoed in the room.
" ... But do not ask why, know that I address all my thoughts to you, I just know that there is a place where you are absent, you are constantly living in me, going to start tomorrow, remember to not forget that a thousand or more miles will not melt, will share tomorrow, needless to say it hurts but it makes beautiful every moment I spend with you, dream of me I'll do the same and we could meet again in a world which no one else knows the coordinates, I'll give you the key, there I'll wait, there I'll try, I'll wait ... there " Finley I listened and the tears flowed incessantly. I was so nervous and sad that I did not do anything but smoke. I felt bad but I smoked the same.
I think that was the worst time for my lungs.
At one point, after the video was finished I called my mother.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mamma… want to go casa!>>
My mother was upset by that statement of mine. Until a couple of months before I was happy and carefree, and now, suddenly, I wanted to go home and could not explain it.
I told her that I was more comfortable at home with Dad and Verona that I missed more than I expected. The academic year was almost over and I probably would have continued his studies in Padua.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But you know you'll treasure the true sacrifice? Here are more expensive than in Cosenza ... you can not afford to live in Padua ...>>
My mother would do anything for me but I knew I could not keep the university. But I was not so sure of wanting to continue their studies. I also told her this and she told me not to worry, that until then had gone well and that if I wanted I could take some 'time to think.
After an hour, I closed the conversation and hung up the video.
After the seventh time that I share the video, I heard a knock at the door. It was John. Surely he had called Melanie.
came into my room and stood at the door.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Oh Penny…>>
He came, he lay on the bed next to me and hugged me.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Quante Times you've seen today that damned video?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not the so… maybe seven or eight volte..>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;That's enough! Turn off everything! Else will look wrong? I brought your favorite movie ... see it with you to>>
He got up, put the DVD into the PC and the film left.
I do not know John but to have near me made me more peaceful and serene. We had seen
FBI Yards a billion times together and I both now that he knew all the jokes by heart and repeat with the actors.
I fell asleep mid-movie embraced John.
When I awoke the next morning, he was still there in the same position, still holding me close to him. How well I
John.
I had never had a friend so special in my life. He was the only one, besides my brother Leo that I would miss after I'd gone.
I tried not to move to not wake him. I stood still embraced him for half an hour after he woke up.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Buongiorno…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Buongiorno>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hai slept well piccola?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Si grazie… I dispiace…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;For cosa?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What you will be worried about me ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not me preoccuparti… ago piacere!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Devo tell you cosa…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Dimmi tutto!>> ;
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not know how to tell you I decided to ma… andarmene…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Where? Change my house?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;In senso… I get a Verona!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What? No, you can not do>> \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not to be here I can understand it vero?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Of course not! Because of Paris want to go? And me?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Giò please do not così…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You're my best friend ... how should I react? I do not want you to go! How will I do without you?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;L'anno Angela will be coming here and knowing it would become super jealous if I spent time with me!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But who cares? Excuse me?! You and I are friends! You're my best friend! And then I do not know if Angela will be more next year ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;How so? He changed his mind?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Things between us are no longer ... I ... not love her more and I think she loves me more ... continue to stay together only by the force of habit ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What do you mean? You were so in love ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The things cambiano…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;mi dispiace…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;It does not matter, but the point is that there I can do it without you ... you have to stay! For me! You have to stay for me!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Gio ... I ... I can not understand it? I can not stay here where everything reminds me of Paris ... you do not love Angela more but I still love Paris ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You have to stay just for that! You can not make you put your feet on the head by one who has behaved in this horrible way ... when Andrea has treated you that way you're left ... what's different now? I also loved Andrea>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I do not know ... but I know that I can not stay. Every day here is yet another cut on my heart. John I'm sick ... I'm sick ... and I can not react. I need to go to my house ... this is not my home, it has never been>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Look .. There are no exams to do and there are one and a half months to the end ... you change your mind ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not credo…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Vedremo!>>
Despite John was angry, he spent all day with me. We watched movies, chatted, gossip, I cried for Paris that night and even stayed to sleep with me.
All week did so. He returned to his home only to change but then returned immediately to me and never leave me alone. I liked his way of being very protective of me.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ehy thanks for these giorni…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;And what scusa?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;For myself was close even though I know you're angry with me….> ;>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm not mad at you ... it's just that I do not want you to go ... I miss you so much ... I really want to you and I do not want miss>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Anche I want you bene!>> all the time remaining until the start of the examinations, John helped me to finish my drawing boards.
When I showed the teacher, two months earlier, told me that I did not go well and belittling all over again.
me very angry for this thing because I had put much effort and passion to finish them and I did not like having to redo all.
In those days John was trying in every way to reason with me.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Dai Do it again, I'll help ... I'll do it and two other the two do you do together ... but you>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No! I'm not going to do this test ... I'll just make it if you really are forced to September ...>>
There was no way to change my mind so we concentrated on geometry.
John was very good. The science and filled with calculations made for him while I made a huge effort.
During my schooling math was always my favorite subject .... Until I went to university, when I started hating it. It was super boring and, in my opinion, pretty useless.
John explained to me and re-explain the rules and formulas but to me I came in one ear and the other came out of me.
John seemed to have moved to my house. Now there was a stable.
By Angela had left three days later that night when he came to me.
He had no constraint, and then felt free to spend all his time with me.
On the day of geometry, strangely, I was not nervous at all. I knew that I would not have passed because I had not studied enough and I did not care. All I wanted was to go home as soon as possible.
We took the exam. I svolsi tutti gli esercizi automaticamente. Quando uscimmo erano tutti con il muso lungo con la paura di aver sbagliato gli esercizi.
<<Oddio ho sbagliato il secondo esercizio me lo sento… la calcolatrice mi dava errore!>>
<<Io invece l’ho fatto giusto però credo di aver sbagliato il risultato del quinto esercizio…>>
Io pensavo nella mia testa “Io non ce l’avevo neppure la calcolatrice quindi di che cazzo vi lamentate?”
Io e Giovanni ci avviammo verso casa e senza sapere il risultato decidemmo di festeggiare.
<<Ce We did not know, I feel it in my bones!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Si, certo… in ossa… not say cretinate!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; penis, landlords na Cunnie! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Cosa?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;leave stare… speak your English I speak the veronese… calabrese!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sei just a tamarro!> ;>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Si sa… being with him zoppo…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What would you say? That is a Tamarra? Bad manners! Come here I'll show you what are Tamarra>>
I tried to grab him but he ran away, like children playing tag throughout the bridge by a fool in front of other students. When we stopped laughed like idiots.
Once home, though there were only two in the afternoon, he took the bottle of champagne he had bought a few days before and uncorked.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A noi!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A noi!>>
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