Letter to the moment

The point is that I seriously don't know. I don't know what i want from my life and even from my present. I just enjoy what I have now and I don't think about everything else.

I'm just thinking of all I had and what I could have eventually. Don't take it bad, though. You're special like I told you and like I tell to everybody. It's just I have lots of spots in my heart and a good memory. Hope you will get it.

We see each other very soon, maybe tomorrow.

The drunk rule is still valid!

Michel

Olga

A mani vuote stasera...

E' solo perchè Olga mi piace troppo... Non so perchè ma è speciale e vale la pena aspettare...

Ok va bene, come al solito ho un occhio chiuso e l'altro aperto però...

Non mi ricordo neanche delle ragazze conosciute nell'area fumatori, non ho tempo per loro.

Mi piace solo lei, domani la chiamo, giuro...

Jacopo, il mio coinquilino, acconsente.

Ci si rivede alla prossima. Ciao...

Michel

Arrivederci

Well, sooner or later it had to happen.

The ''operative'' Miex term is finished.

Right now I'm smoking the last sigarette in this cold Swedish room.

I don't want to bother you with stories and emotional stuff. I just want to say that I'll never regret every SINGLE fucking moment of this amazing year.

I did everything I was supposed to do.

I spent terrific times with my fellows, I partied on every square meter within Europe, I drunk all the System Bolagets of the whole Sweden, I laughed at every pinguin of the world, I met beautiful girls, I fell in love with most of them, I travelled as much as I could.

I've been looking for company, I've been wishing for privacy, I've been sleeping for hours but often only for a few minutes.

The more I was getting older, the more I was behaving younger. Thinking about my future while spinning the bottle, doing exams while still drunk.

I was about to be arrested but I looked cool and everything was fine. I didn't pay thousands cabs and I made joke of millions bus drivers. I pretended to be a chef while preparing the worst scandinavian pasta.

I experienced the snow, the sun, the ice, the rain, the North Pole. I talked Italian, English, French, Swedish, Spanish, Portoguese, German, Arab. I pretended to be French, Spanish, Turkish, Brazilian, half-Italian and half-French, half-British and half-Finnish.

I made videos, pics and collected them. I sent them to my friends.

I cried, ran, lied, stole, laughed, taught and learnt.

But I did everything with you, and that's why I'm going to miss you all!

See ya in anotha life, brotha!

Michel

Diventa sempre più difficile scrivere con lo stato di sobrietà alterato. E' un mese che non scrivo niente ma questo non vuol dire che non sia successo nulla. Sto già pensando a come impostare il post dell'ultimo mese: ce ne sarà da scrivere.

Per ora mi limito a dire che la serata è stata fantastica, Lina a parte.

Io solo non riesco a dire di più. Cercate di capirmi; scrivere con un occhio aperto e l'altro no è complicato.

Toh, butto una foto giusto per non essere monotono.

Indigo

I thought I had to go back to Stockholm once. I thought I lost something there, last year, and because of that I had to come back there and look for it. However that little piece of my heart that I've been missing for exactly 365 days didn't show up. Or at least it's still there in the club Tresixti, where I couldn't had the chance to enter due to Francesco's alcoholic status.

But it doesn't matter. Yet that city doesn't fit me. I realize myself that maybe it will be once, but not now.

I'm getting closer anyway. In fact I'm used to the wheather, my english is more fluent and I'm starting to cover cultural gaps. Also girls seem to be easier, to say it in a material way. But still something is strange and the environment isn't proper so far.

Even if the police doensn't like us peeing in the phone cabin and bouncers hate Francesco, drinks are crazy expensive and clubs close too early, old men in the street think of life and other philosofical issues, the italian barman at the pub gives you discounts while mature ladies are flirting with you, I still can't realize what's wrong and strange.

But when I took that picture of me, standing on that small port I was standing one year ago, I realized that, sooner or later, I'll feel that city closer to me because I know and I've always knew that there's something there that owns that little piece of my heart I've lost 365 days ago.

I work and I'm thinking of you
I come back home and I'm thinking of you
I call her and I'm thinking of you

How are you? and I'm thinking of you
Where are we going? and I'm thinking of you
I smile to her, eyes down, and I'm thinking of you...

I don't know who are you with
I don't know what are you doing
But I'm sure of what you are thinking about

The city is too big
For two people like us
That they ain't hoping, but they are looking for each other...

Sorry it's late, but I'm thinking of you
I accompany you home, but I'm thinking of you
I wasn't fun but I'm thinking of you

I'm in the dark thinking of you
I close my eyes thinking of you
Just don't sleep and I'm thinking of you...

a parte che saremmo potuti andare al BJ, eh?

Den (guest): don't you want somebody to love

24 ottobre 2010, la grande ondata di pazzia svedese! Strani ricordi in questa notte passata a Uppsala...Mi trovavo in un locale chiamato Bj, madre di Dio eccomi qui! Ero chiaramente vittima dell'esplosione dell'euforia nordica. All'inizio decisi solo di bere metà del mio vodka lemon, ma decisi di versare l'altra metà sul mio iphone, quando una persona nel bagno mi chiese cosa stessi facendo e incominciò a leccare il mio iphone. In quel momento un classico pinguino svedese entra nel bagno: ci guarda esterrefatto! Con un po di fortuna la sua vita sarà rovinata per sempre, pensando che proprio dietro a una porta del suo locale preferito, persone scamiciate provano sballi incredibili con cose che lui non conoscerà mai...Sono passati 50 min, sembra una vita, quel genere di apice che non tornerà mai più. Uppsala nel 2010 era un posto speciale e un momento speciale di cui fare parte, ma nessuna spiegazione, nessuna miscela di parole, musica, ricordi poteva toccare la consapevolezza di essere stato là, vivo, in quell'angolo di tempo e di mondo; qualunque cosa significasse! C'era follia in ogni direzione ad ogni ora, potevi sprizzare scintille dovunque. C'era una fantastica e universale sensazione che qualunque cosa facessimo fosse giusta, che stessimo vincendo, e quello credo era il nostro appiglio, quel senso di inevitabile vittoria sulle forze del vecchio e del male, non in senso violento o cattivo, non ne avevamo bisogno. La nostra energia avrebbe semplicemente prevalso. Avevamo tutto lo slancio, cavalcavamo la cresta di una altissima e meravigliosa onda, e ora meno di 1 ora dopo, potevi andare una su ripida collina svedese e guardare a ovest e, con il tipo giusto di occhi, potevi quasi vedere il segno dell'acqua alta. Quel punto dove l'onda infine si è infranta e alla fine è tornata indietro! Indimenticabili ricordi in queste notti a uppsala.....