They asked me to write. It's long time you don't send us one of your e-mail, they told me. In somehow I was called for sending update, basically. What I do, what I meet, what I plan and so on. All this sounds weird completely. First of all I've never had a lot to talk about and, secondly, It's really out of ordinary life asking for e-mail in social media time. A lot of people simply don't like be in a mailing list, others simply don't like spending time in reading texts in English, others don't want to use e-mail channel any more for communication. Digital evolution, laziness, research for face-to-face mailing exchange: whatever the reason could be, my collective messages are generally ignored. Officially there are readers, although answers never come. Despite all that there still someone who asks for my mail. I love my friends because of their humour, and I guess some of them love make irony and kidding me any time they can. Anyway, here I am. Honestly right now I have nothing really interesting to write about. Still waiting for something hoping it could soon happen: that's the mood I live in. Of course I'm trying to find what I could define "an exit strategy", but that time has not come yet. Hopefully future will reserve surprises, but at the moment I prefer to see how the events will develop before giving further details on my business. With regard to my health affairs, three stitches will restrict my movements until the first week of May. I will not enter into detail, but I would never recommend no one travelling with stitches in the back. In such conditions dealing with baggages becomes impossible, as well as a lot of small daily activities. No way, I have to keep calm and carry on, and so I will.
Meanwhile I discover gift made to a girl was recycled by the same person I gave the present. She had the good idea of giving that object to a friend we have in common. Come on! Of course she had the right to do whatever she liked, but she could avoid a situation like that. Even if I get the impression she really doesn't care. And what about the last girl I met around? Let me see... Oh yes, she shared the telephone number, she accepted the invitation and then she never came. Women...
My impression of what once was my country will be in a special post in the upcoming days. What I can say is "senselessland" was nothing but a proper name for Italy. Desolation could be maybe the perfect summary of my short visit, because optimism in Italy is something more and more impossible to have. What a luck having people like those I met. I already miss them, and I really hope they could find the courage to live somewhere else, one day. Me, I've decided to arrive to the 100th happy day of my personal positiveness training and starting using next hashtag "goodlife". Honestly I'm sick of the usual "good luck". It's time to have also a good life.
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