Congratulations In Vietnamese

Sabato: Rachele

Here I am. I would tell the idea of \u200b\u200bSaturday's score at the bottom of the promesso.Non I know if I will succeed though. I could take a tangential direction and disappear into the mist. Portree me astray from the clear, sunny day. From the sound of the games that children of asylum back here. So I can drown the nell'inedita pleasant. Instead to tell of my past Saturday, then Sunday, and especially the incredible decision that provoked the first weekend in May 2009, I need a different climate. It would almost close the balcony, but I'll try to be content with the right music. Have you seen Fire Walk with Me? Here, Badalamenti's fine. So
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I came from work on Saturday afternoon, around 16:30, I rushed home, I took a shower and a big rush, accompanied by My Lady, I took the first of two trains expected to arrive in the lagoon, at home.

House is the place where you feel at home, though. Even by itself, even when it rains and pulls a fucking wind, when there is water everywhere and does a damn cold and you are moldy bones. Home is where you know that the bar also gives you something to drink on credit, the bartender will make a large portion of why you are still home. Home is where strangers are not strangers, and you feel you want to be hospitable, even if they live there for a long time and you're gone before they arrived. Home. (Not only is this house anyway)

We arrived by V. and Rachel at dinner, in anticipation of the party on Sunday we decided to take a quiet evening.
At 21.30 we were chatting in the kitchen, a beer in hand and we had to explain the project to the next day. We would have to get up pretty early to start to deliver the material at a crime scene. I say the scene now with a cool head, with knowledge of the facts. So
between a chat and we ended up in the other decide to give us a kebab, and let us in Venice, in Campo Santamargherita.

If you've never been Santamargherita is one of the most popular city, full of students and professionals fuck. And 'the house appetizer, meal and dopopasto. The cafes are several, starting with the historic Caffè Rosso nel quale consiglio vivamente di provare il cesso, che non è un caratteristico cocktail servito in speciali bicchieri a forma di tazza (azzz...che idea! se apro un bar...) bensì il bagno del locale. Una vera esperienza veneziana, soprattutto a carnevale, quando nell'attesa è probabile incontrare decine di americane disinibite.
Il lato fighetto del Campo è molto carino e considerevolmente caro. Non ci interessa.
Il bar fondamentale si chiama Do Draghi. E' situato all'inizio dell'imbuto che porta al Ponte de S.Pantalon che manco a farlo apposta, conduce a Campo S. Pantalon. Poco distante verso il centro di Santamargherita il tabaccaio con uno dei rarissimi distributori automatici della città, due kebabbari e una pizzeria the slice, the only pizzeria in which I have never seen a daisy.

E 'right there that we went to parry. The right environment for a quiet evening. Facing the Dragons
Do the usual crowd of people, inside there is room for five, standing.

22:45
Rachel-What you drink? -
us - It 's your birthday, you decide-

23:00
Rachel-What you drink? - We
-It' s your birthday, you decide-

23:10
Rachel - What you drink? We
- Know that if you order another bitter the quiet evening begins to falter, however it is your birthday, you decide-

23:20
Rachel-What you drink? We
-Damn drunk! Try to order un'altro amaro e te la vedrai con noi!

24.00
Rachele - Czche ?Bevvvemmasi?noi!??
Noi -Sssssssssssssssssenti....ccccccccccchhhhhhee forse...un 'maro mejo...sprisss.

24.35
Nel bel mezzo del Campo, due idioti, dei quali uno fresco trentenne, giocano a chi sia più idiota.
Il trucco, credo di aver capito, sta nel non capire le regole del gioco. Rachele batte di slancio in una sfida ad alta tensione una sconosciuta piuttosto idiota, colei che ha inventato il gioco. Poi tocca a me. Forse non bisognava non capire le regole, faccio una figuraccia e Rachele si invola verso la finale. Combattutissima, l'avversario è un vero idiota professionista ed in più conosce bene la tizia che ha inventato the game. Rachel recovers and wins in the last minute with minimal waste. Heralded by the small crowd that had gathered around the contestants and decide which celebrates it's time to go home.

02:15
I realize that we said goodbye to less than half of the people we met but I decided to leave, with a heavy heart I leave the camp, the streets of the city. And I understand that tomorrow I will explain a lot of things, when I wake up, if I wake up.