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post-travel hassles and plaster dust

Back to travel is perhaps the most passing tiring of the holiday, not so much for the trip itself (the last is a series of 16 hours in a bus in Poland, I never tire of repeating) but for a series of factors that recur once set foot in the house.

1) the factor "Parents"

The thought of seeing his parents that he began asking questions about questions I almost ended up in a police station for questioning causes a slight nausea since starting to return to its nest (if it so we want to define).

you ever?

I always arrived at the station once, or to ' airport that is, to my view of my healthy complexion (due to alcohol in the sun in summer and in winter), disappears suddenly giving me a look greenish characteristic of people suffering from nausea on the road.

The last time I've gotten the magic coupled with a sore throat + Benagol :

"No mom .... you can not imagine it was incredible ... then I talk about you ... you pass this sore throat that is deadly ... I'm suffering like a dog. "

pity me is gufata the great because the next morning I had 39 of fever ! But these are details ...

are now more certain that that is precisely why my seemingly sickly appearance that every time I come home the first sentence of my mother: "You look like a dead man walking ... Same at home sometimes you'd look more decent. "

But back to to hassle us and post-trip ...

2) The factor CASE

Another thing that remains difficult, once you return home is unraveling of the case.

My rule, remains in the lobby, next to the front door for a minimum of seven days: this is an inevitable factor for my rehabilitation to 'natural habitat, I have sure to continue having a relationship with the place from which I returned and then the very idea of \u200b\u200bhaving more clothes and knick-knacks thrown into the bulk bag makes me feel more quiet ... (if you have not arrived yet these are the first signs of my psychosis).

3) POST-factor Unravelling CASE

Once 7 days have passed the academic pressurization of the head inside the case if you really like to wear those clothes again, and we have to wash them.

This step solves the following steps:

1. - Open the case
2. -open my arms and pretended to have become one of those hooks that are mechanical in the machines to Luna Park (the ones with which we try to grasp dolls and watches)
3. -grab the whole ball of dirty clothes and pressurized
4. -insert them in the washing machine, hoping to better that there is nothing that all the washing machines.

I confess: I still have my sweet mother who washes and irons them to me.

This is a great fortune until they begin to jump out T-shirts ever seen, some new clothes and men's golf, not a sock and a pair of my boxers. The additional hassle, or perhaps I should call it embarrassment comes in these cases, when your mother, her eyes wide open, we will refund all the clothes washed and ironed his boxers, unknown in these cases to find a clear and easy to provide in 'Immediate can become extremely difficult.

Especially if you were on vacation there with your two friends. And no one else. In these cases suggests that the basic ingredients to the explanation to be provided accommodation in a hostel, a shared room and a nearby bed extremely disorder that makes his pants fly across the room, pulling from the strap.

4) The factor Photography

We must admit that is a couple of years that the photographs have become a thing of which we can not do without, do them on all occasions.

And also by now have become fashion SLRs semi we pretend to be a genius of photography ...

Unfortunately when we're on holiday is not the wisdom and euphoria leads us to photograph them in every situation, not caring highly of the conditions and attitudes in which we live.

Add to this, then the factor "memory" that binds us to the photo and why it seems impossible then be able to erase.

All these shots souvenir become a huge problem when we get home and the first thing that our father is excited most of us, is to download the ' entire card on His computer is creating a slide be presented to all the family, the Sunday lunch.

There are solutions: These are situations embarrassing inevitable for all owners of a digital camera.

It happens this way: even if you try to repair as best deleting some shots compromising , always beyond some photos and so on Sunday, after lunch, before all of your relatives, you find yourself splattered on the screen the TV in his underwear and bra or

clinging to two strangers with makeup completely free ride and a shoe in his hand outside a bar or, better yet, rinvoltata

in bed with a face like a scared eyes red more red you can not, those two circles to make one think of the witch White after you have skimmed 5 barrels below and your roommate that spin 'the photographer of the moment.

Preparation H To Reduce Waist

entered the rehearsal room.

The air was heavy and almost suffocating, the soft light, the sun came in through the cracks of the Venetian and was filtered through the curtains yellowed now invading the environment of a warm and familiar, ancient.

He saw his reflection in the mirror down the hall: returning the dress still love her, she seemed to be back to many years ago. It is my hair in a bun and went to quell'opaca reflection.

She looked into his eyes glistening with emotion, and recognized a face that once knew, her feeling was like to review a friend after a lifetime without meeting her.

He went to the bar and stood on tiptoe.

was rising as the air in flight, it was like find a point of contact a hemisphere

parallel from which he had been missing for too long.

held his breath and hung his head. He remained in this position is not known as the ankles, but then relented and was forced to return a few inches more down with your feet on the old worn wood floors.

building stood with his hands firmly in the dock as if he wanted to leave, convinced that she went back in time, convinced that this was his place.

But the certainty was not to be mistress in her, needed a try: then lifted his eyes but this time the mirror revealed a wrinkled face, consumed by time and tired from the previous effort, the eyes were glazed antique color, lips painted a bright red old now.

hands slid down falling from the bar at your sides.

fingers brushed silk dress worn and no longer shiny as it once was.

No, there would be more no wise, no poster was posted at the entrance, no hearing.

time had elapsed, he had eaten was ... finished.

untied long hair is still there, look again for the last time that reflection in the mirror and then went out.

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A tea in Berlin Mitte. Unconscious

LIGHT! The alarm of the mobile began to play, The Pixies were blaring with WHERE IS MY MIND .... ideal.

.... I turned in bed and saw that other desperate snoring on the bed dressed as the night before, then I realized that I was no less: I still had my shoes, I was all rinvoltata in blankets and a pillow I had the towel.

a thousand hangover nausea.

I tried to figure out what time it was but it was useless stoned prevailed indomitable on everything.

I looked around in search of the phone would not stop playing but the room was chaos in person: we gave up immediately . In return, I found the bag of medicines.

grabbed three aspirins, I rinvoltai nell'asciugamano and left the room without carefully to look in the mirror.

The corridor was deserted, the yellow light was like two fists in the sleepy eyes.

The music was rife in common room creating a roar in the hallway, a sort of hello from the guy who was at the front desk all night, something like "Wake up assholes ".... that guy hated us.

I entered the room, JhoSh from behind the reception desk, looked up and stared at me with menacing look ... "' Morning ... " biascicai.

There was no living soul, maybe it was still early and nobody was awake.

glass, water, couch.

cssshhhhhhh ... One, two ... csssshhhhhhhh "aspirin come to me!"

As I began to anticipate that beautiful glass effervescent someone behind me yelled in broken English with incomprehensible " Looooooook ! She Takes drugs !!!".

" Whtfck ?????" I started to turn around to see who it was that asshole but I was not in time, two guys materialized before me.

It was Tristan -the- carpenter - like - Jesus and Rob , two broke out, the first in New Zealand, the other Australian.

They had met the night before, right there on those couches, they explained; Rob was the only one who understood what the hell was going jabbering Tristan that, as a true Zealand ate all the consonants, reducing his speeches to a chant of Aaa and EEEE .

So they decided to take an evening for them both, the encounter occurred in the crown " mitte Europe," had entered a pub and they were not more out if the next morning, more precisely to 8.00 ... 15 minutes before making my welcome knowledge .

admit: we were there on that couch half an hour talking with Rob I translated the sprouts Tristan , giving us turn to crush small naps (two of them), sipping tea Australian Rob discuss and of the Hobbits that, according to the carpenter , populate New Zealand and go to bed with Liv Tyler .

Rob was my age, 19 years, two years before he took his diploma he worked and then put aside the need to go. He was doing around the world, alone, at 19, with a backpack, two or three T-shirts, even a deodorant (this I'm guessing) and a supply of tea that made her grandmother in New South Wale .

When he told me that he was traveling alone sgranai eyes ... but time 3 minutes and went all my respect for him.

Tristan but it was three years in Europe, had arrived with the idea of \u200b\u200b live in Venice and was now in a rather apartment near Whitechapel, London.

In Venice there had been there and had also lived three days. The problem was that the Venetians are not understood when he spoke and could never understand what to ask, so, time 72 hours and took a train to reach the British capital where he had arranged with a carpenter's job in a small factory and had found a mini apartment who had furnished with a mattress and a table he had made with his hands in the factory, "borrow" the wood from the laboratory. Now it was Tristan -the- carpenter and went to ride with a T-shirt printed on the face of the Lord in pain.

I stood a moment, the time to do Supply caffeine but soon returned and all two had collapsed with his feet on the table.

risistemai me in my towel and looked around: the room was flooding light, Berlin was waking up with her and also the tenants of 'Helter Skelter .

waited for the other two I from reaching for another cup of coffee, smoked a cigarette with us and then I went to make my case. It was time to go home.

When I took the room key at reception Rob was paying his bed: he was leaving for Poland. I wished him good luck, he took his backpack and went out.

I think I realized at that moment only to find myself in my ideal environment, one which for 19 years I had idealized in to my imagination, that was the land of toys, point casual meeting place for new generations began to walk alone on trails barely tracks, still uncertain.

crazy people who lived to travel and see the sun rise in every land. No one was like no other and yet they all understood just by looking only gesturing and guessed a few words of English. I thought the entrance, next to the telephone of the hostel should attach a sign saying:

"WARNING: you are about to delve into an ocean of life, hard to go back to the surface, to true life. Risk of annegamento.Benvenuti! "

Milena Velba - Privacy

The road was advancing in front of her appearing every meter, that language was driving the black wet mechanically along the way home.

She ran and was not afraid to step up as if puzzled by what that could encounter in its path.

But what was an illusion, he knew.

was driving looking straight ahead, without blinking, almost without breathing, but only by setting a huge void that appeared in front of his car.

darted into the silent night, running through the countryside and light up the streets that ran on the linear ridges of the hills.

was shocked by that afternoon and had not yet recovered.

Dreamland true too concrete had learned in his sleep and had upset the hours of rest, he was out more that distorted but absolutely convinced what who had lived, lived in the surreal.

But no, this was not a possible thing, dreams are nothing more than amusing touches your thoughts in our heads as a great pourpourrit and are re -assembled by our sub-conscious creating stories from plots more absurd and disparate.

And also all what went against his principles and his beliefs ... okay to be a hardcore fan of X- files and believe in extraterrestrial but telepathy and parallel worlds ... mmm ... no, thanks.

was impossible, in her confusion had one and could not help but retrace everything that had happened in the dream.

remembered all the talk of the people present, petting him on the couch that hugs ... and was right there on that couch while he held her by the wrist that she realized dreaming.

Almost scared he tried to get up and untied him from the wall but it was proved strangely difficult. He could not more to breathe and feel you want to wake up at all costs but he still to be there beside her, felt his heat but at the same time see the light coming in through the window of his room.

For a moment he thought that everything was real, that what I was experiencing was not all a dream but a reality he was there beside them were together and stretched his thumb stroking the inside the wrist.

Then suddenly a noise. the feeling of a piece of plastic that is breaking and he found himself on the edge of the bed, all the muscles contracted and the heart pounding and shortness of breath trying set.

He looked just the wrist and you still feel the slight pressure of the hand from which he had torn.

possible that a dream can be so intense?

Too intense that you risk a ' hyperventilation sudden when you are relaxed and sleep in your bed?

He accelerated again in the dark night that hides everything, did not know where it came, his home had now overtaken long ago.

The music still pounding in rhythm to his speed, but she remained unmoved and continued as an automaton with the pounding sensation.

He wanted to call him, was sure how he would give him the answer he was looking for confirmation of "Yes, it's all true, but you've dreamed I dreamed myself. There were two in that place."

No, the madness began to take over, my mind was tired, was more who drove two hours of chasing the horizon only.

He tried to understand where he was, had come over Panzano , if it did not stop Sienna would have reached a little later.

He found a clearing, he stopped and got out.

The sky was shaking the clouds and the stars turned more bright he had to offer in that night of January, Cassiopeia reigned over his head as if he wanted to compete with indomitable all other constellations .

From speakers Fat Boy Slim slipped out with RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW invading everything landscape night if he wanted reach the sky to the stars pulsate at their own pace.

Finally the head was freed from that vortex of thought impossible, the adrenaline was less and felt a strong desire to return home to get under the covers.

came back in the car and was ready to dream again.