Sunday, September 26, 2010

How To Make A Recommendation Letter For Community



There was a time when I lived in a pleasant suburb of London, close to subway and in a large apartment with a huge room, even paying relatively little, and when I left so many have asked me why.
Now that enough time has passed so few people will remember that I speak I can admit it: I left because my roommate was gay.
And here's the story.

I was still new to London, the University of ideology fresh and eager to know all the cultures in which I came. My English was not much, and even if I tried adventure, apart from short stories to laugh with friends I had only had experience with second-hand accounts of others, such as that of my first landlord, who until a few years before he enjoyed with his friends to spend a Saturday night looking pair of young boys blacks and upload blows to the man to leave him bleeding on the sidewalk while she watched.

work in a post-production house in Soho, in a parallel to Oxford Street, which is perhaps the busiest street in London by tourists.
On the opposite side of one of the buildings was the office, and I had to pass to get in front of pretty girls in short skirts at the exit of the strip clubs, which at all hours of day and night trying to entice me to enter the their local or shady characters with bags of grass that I always suspected to be chopped oregano, no matter what they said.

One morning at about 10 a large group of ladies Assatanate expected to open a restaurant that promised striptease of a gym guy in the picture, and looking at their faces I realized that when women say they go to a strip just for fun lies.
little further on, on the same street, an elementary school.

There was a veil in the communication between myself and others, all I understood was that London is much better than it looks bad view from Italy.
And the British do not do discounts to foreigners.

One day the manager and the technician were preparing to leave, the manager looks at me and says,
- We're going to light up a fag, you Want to join us? [ fag : Offensive slang for homosexual ].
I decided to try to integrate to favor those who spoke to me and do not show my disgust when he told me something revolting like the beatings of blacks for sport. But this time I was not sure I understood.
- If you want to go with you ... to burn a ricchione?
The two laugh and tell me that in addition to that, fag is slang for cigarette , and I became the joke of the week in the office.

the evening I and 2 of the 3 other roommates in the apartment we pass into the living room, and after months of living together, for the first time we begin to talk: how in your country, it is in my , as you are in London, when Go home , What is that which you eat and rimpuzzolisce the fridge? the usual conversation between roommates who have nothing in common, if not foreigners in London.
And after about 2 hours when we got to know now, I account of what happened to me in the office.
But instead of laughing as we have been doing so before you look guilty, and then an accomplice. And one does:
- A ** [name of the absent roommate] would certainly be turned on!
The other ride, I do not understand and ask for explanations. He alludes to the first, passing the ball to another without laughing explain, then, as they are earthenware tells me clear that ** is gay.
- but I figured - I do - and what you miss it?
At this point there is disbelief in their eyes.
- Sculetta.
- I never noticed.
- It has a silk pajamas.
- It 's convenient.
- Use a shampoo with conditioner.
- Keeps the appearance of her hair.
- Every weekend is a man.
- They are friends.
- All the weekend?
- I am very friends.
- He stops to sleep in his room.
- teaches at Oxford, would be too far away to come back every time.
- sleep in his bed .
- If you had a spare bedroom, perhaps -
- I'm in the room next to yours, BUT DO NOT FEEL THE NIGHT ?!?!?
We conclude the evening and leave them with the benefit of the doubt.

I call my sister in Italy, which recently came to visit me for a few days, my sister 7 years younger than me, and I ask:
- But do you think it is possible that either ** -
- Gay ? Because, in all these months you had not noticed?
- But what you see?
- SCULETTA!

The next morning I see him in the bathroom shampoo conditioner gone unnoticed over the last 6 months and now is circumstantial evidence, and cross ** with his blue silk pajamas.
admit that my ass is moving a bit 'too much when walking, but the call really sculettare ? During
the day I review the evidence of homosexuality **, and with the passing of the hours skepticism gives way to disbelief, then excitement: they are the heart of metropolitan life in London, now I also have a history of first-hand to tell, I have a gay roommate!
So I start thinking about who could say: my roommates know this already, and so is my family. Not at work, and do not know is that all these people ...
And then how to say it? As an amazing thing, using suspense? With the posting of those accustomed to see everything in his life underground? I'd like to use that word in slang applicant these days, most vulgar vulgar expression itself, to hear that you cut a bit 'me of the veil from this island culture and prove to myself that I'm starting to hold his tongue.
Shortly after I called the only English friend, convinced that I understand what he says, and goes on as usual in raconte things that do not even understand the general sense, while I intermezzo his monologue with Oh Dai and and Yes and Mh mh.
later in the apartment, which is empty, and I go to my room, I leave open in the concentration to try to capture a household word.
As usual talk for half an hour without wondering why I have nothing to argue, but when he wants to thank the conversation and hang up the block, because now I also have something to say!
trying to find the words marks as those who speak a language not his own, in a loud voice like someone is insecure.
- I have some metropolitan life here in London too. Do you think so, just to dirtene one of many, I have a gay roommate. For me it's a normal thing, even if it is not only gay, it's fag! You know, the kind that when you think about the intersections But look at that as sculetta ! It looks like a girl ready to go party with the first passing. Ah! Think about using silk pajamas and shampoo conditioner! Look at what seems to scream are fag! Then do what everyone wants, is not my business if every weekend brings her boyfriend in the room next to mine and you can imagine the sounds you hear -

At that moment I see a movement on my door, and I ** passes, raising one hand, I greet him as if he might like to see it.
him, with the voice of those who think the best way to disembowel, tells me:
- Hello.

And two weeks after I moved house.

Friday, September 24, 2010

How Do You Rid Abbesse Tooth?

Zigzagging through dark plot: Fiat and Turin

If you want to read a Yellow constructed so perfect ...
If you want to read a story that branches off in many directions, that is intertwined in many threads but never lose anyone ...
If you want to understand the relationship with Fiat of Turin.
.. If you try writing full of meanings ...
" At what point is the night " of Fruttero & Lucentini, published for the first time in 1979, is a compelling novel whose plot goes tripping with great skill into tasty misunderstandings and continually putting off the solution, however, arrive with implacable logic. And while you wait for the end of the story are delineated with fine irony dotted with memorable characters and environments evidence. At the bottom are so many stories that are deposited one above the other to tell the Turin enlightened (?) From the pagan god-loved, hated, feared: Fiat.
hilarious scenes in the publishing house. Priceless diary Pietrobono, assistant police.
writing requires, at times, pauses to reread a sentence too perfect to let it run away.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Drinking Vinegar To Get Rid Of Baby

CRISTINA

are at the supermarket, and a girl passes in front of me. I have a flash, we've seen for about 18 years, but his blue eyes are the same.
E 'and look at the yogurt undecided whether to approach or to ignore it, thinking more and more bulky that I could be wrong and make me one of the usual figures they report on my blog.

attended the same course of tennis, and even though I went there by bike, we had to return a piece of road to walk together. He
a year older than me, I said I was clever, and it was my first crush, if you exclude Silvia asylum, which never managed to speak to her.
Sometimes I thought of her as an adult, asking how was his life now. So I approach
:
- Cristina?
She turns around, in a way that if I do not understand is why I call his name or because I spoke next. She looks at me and his eyes do not ring doorbells.
- Hello ... ... is Bartolo did tennis together ... you had short hair and the unit [and a blue suit with thin yellow stripes on the sides ...].
She looks at me with a separate shower with a girl who thinks Oh my God, a maniac! He secretly dogged in the past 18 years and today has found the courage to come forward, in this place so crowded! And now what do I do?
Smiling, she says:
- Damn, from tennis, what a memory!
But I think you're scrambling.
- You do not remember me, do you? Bartolo, those who know you call it?!?
- The name is not new, but I can not associate it with a ... a ... nothing.

In my mind ever since I saw when I went to the yogurt I asked how he was, what he was doing, and how her life if she was happy, what happened was important in the last 18 years and said it was nice see you again after so long.
Instead, smiling, I say:
- Well, then you better leave it at the pleasantries of return, or could become embarrassing.
- Say hello when you see me too - she makes me kind. A phrase that may accept from Sofia Loren.

Is not it amazing how a relationship between two people for a lot and it means nothing for the other?