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Relax ... Maybe!

Uff! Let's see, before leaving Italy for the holidays as announced on a visit to my relatives thought was "I need to pull the plug. I have to relax o sclero". Beeeeene! Ora rimpiango quei giorni. Ah, quello sì che era vero relax! Niente a che vedere con le corse allucinanti che devo fare qui per tenere i miei cugini - piccoli, urlanti e pieni di pupù -, vedere centinaia di amici, parenti e gentaglia di cui in realtà non avvertivo minimamente la mancanza, praticare ogni genere di attività e sport che i miei parenti ritengono divertente, andare a feste a cui "non puoi assolutamente mancare" (quando in realtà avrei preferito di gran lunga dormire, cosa non contemplata durante queste ferie) e, ultimo ma non meno importante, ballare il waka-waka.
Sono talmente stanca che credo che crollerò sulla tastiera da un momento all'altro, ma ho paura che se inizio I could not stop to sleep ever again, thus losing the roughness and informative night trip to the casino.
The positive side is that I'm not relaxing, but I learned to change diapers, have to hail a cab so sexy (style Carry Bradshaw of Sex and the City) and, most importantly, I realized that the hormones in an uproar and a boyfriend on the other side of the ocean are a bad combination.

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(S) trust

Well, I gave up on Italian soil to return to my homeland for four days.
do not have much time to think, among other relatives who demand my constant attention ... And fortunately, I would say, because during the few free moments I can glean here and there, my mind becomes a torture machine that produces a highly sophisticated series of images unlimited racapriccianti, such as L. embracing / kissing / fucking everything that moves and that may seem vaguely resembling a woman.

I've never been particularly jealous, indeed, almost nothing, but the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing away for over a month I am tormented. I'm going crazy. Its level of resistance to temptation is quite poor. Was unable to resist two - and I say two - week in Japan. How will we survive more than a month?
The fact is that the days of Japan our relationship was in its infancy and, therefore, did not even have given too much weight to the fact that I had remained faithful (because even I was was just an example). But now instead I care. Now it's different. Now I love and betrayal ferirebbe I do not know if I would be able to forgive him.

Why should I trust?

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Home sweet home

not even remember how many years have passed: five, maybe six. Does not matter anymore.
E 'everything changed in that time, his uncle, the young and foreign-cool, got married and now instead of the bike goes around with a stroller, her aunt, the one with the briefcase, cell phone ringing constantly and always full agenda, has remained unemployed and in return, she has remedied a daughter, his grandfather is no longer the man I always remember that active, but an old man, all skin and bones, a hospital bed.
I do not feel ready for all these things. I do not feel ready to return to the roots. Every time I return I fear to see how many things have changed. It bothers me realize how time passes quickly, but, more importantly, it hurts me to realize that life goes on just fine without me and that nothing has been stopped since I left, despite all the tears shed by relatives in airport.
been years since I avoid this trip, because returning home means returning to a life that somehow belongs to me, I feel like I really and that is always able to give me satisfaction and a lot of happy memories ... And again it is a separate dovermene trauma every time.
I'm not ready, I do not feel, but at the foot of my bed, my suitcase is almost ready now and the trip on the bedside table makes me realize that it's all true and I can not go back.
I can do Wednesday, childbirth, and after all these years, finally returns home.

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is not a party whatever, this is the party. Excluding the New Year, this is the event of the year.
I make my appearance in grand style, accompanied by Junior, L. and my best friend.
After 10 minutes we are already in the midst of the party. Hopping here and there, embracing various acquaintances and even some stranger, and I sit on the ground in the midst of a group of hippie-intellectual-alternative (the ones with dreadlocks, cane in hand, the philosophical air and T-shirt by Bob Marley), dancing non-stop with people passing by-case basis and do not think I've ever seen before in my life.
In the midst of this chaos the time passes quickly and before you knew it, they were joined by L. asking me to go. He met his old friends and plan to move to a pub near his home for the afterhours.
'm confused mi gira la testa e non realizzo molto bene quello che sta succedendo mentre lo seguo nel parcheggio. Improvvisamente non siamo più in 4, ma siamo diventati una quindicina. Monto in macchina vicino a L., mentre nei sedili dietro di noi ci sono la mia migliore amica e un perfetto sconosciuto; altre due macchine ci seguono poco distanti.

Siamo quasi arrivati. I due dietro di noi parlano ininterrottamente, io sonnecchio contro il finestrino e L. canticchia tutto contento la canzone che trasmettono alla radio. A un certo punto, inchioda improvvisamente e in meno di un nanosecondo gira la macchina, accostandola al marciapiedi. Mi sveglio di soprassalto, spaventata a morte, sicura di stare per lasciarci le penne in un frontale. Spalanco gli eyes, but before us there is nothing.

- MY BROTHER !!!!!

Eh? Who? What? I'm still numb and I can not connect well events. Which brother? In what sense?

- I lost my brother at the party!

Oh mom, but how do you forget your brother? Tell others to go on ahead and that we will reach them soon, after recovering Junior.
Within minutes we are there again. Most people are already gone and then it's easy to locate in the middle of the track. Next to him there are two girls dancing clinging to each other.

- Dobbiamo andare a casa.

- No, no, lasciatemi qui! Tornerò dopo.

- Ma come fai senza macchina?

- Non lo so, troverò un passaggio, tranquillo, tornerò.

- Ma la mamma mi ammazza se torno senza di te.

- Dille... Dille... Che tornerò, che mi fermo a dormire da qualcuno. Non lo so, inventati qualcosa.

Io e L. siamo allibiti, è la prima volta che lo vediamo comportarsi così. Solitamente è un ragazzo così posato.
Mentre ci giriamo per andare, con la coda dell'occhio scorgo le due ragazze vicine a lui abbracciarlo, ballando sensualmente e poi baciarsi tra di loro.


Junior And bravo! I too would walk back home if only to stay there a little, 'if I were in your place ;)