... nostalgia .... that after I became ill pcd of pmd ( post madrid depression) ... is useless, that city has haunted me: every time I return I feel a bit 'over my time .. then strange events have occurred: a hot sun and a fear of the bar where the girls we have always recognized us for breakfast and we were treated like customers Daily, I felt a true, real emotion in front of the tomb of Queen Margherita of Bourbon ( woman for whom the pizza was invented ... ah. .)... satisfactions are these! is now a parlicchio tantinello better, will be that the people of Madrid (and Spain in general) are very similar to us from Naples (the Bourbons to we have dominated for so long .. ) will be that that nation, and especially in Madrid , is in cultural, social, economic, there will be attention to people, young people, to everything that impacts the social sphere (and hence infrastructure, transport, health care, education, and I could go on for hours ..) you quit for socializing and not for the mere status .... but I want to cry! I had a little 'courage in more (and were not linked to fundamental concepts like the fixed place, my mother alone .. well, I had a mentality open, a little 'more Anglo-Saxon for instance) I would leave them forever ... then I thought, "but if Grillo makes an appeal to the Germans, because I can not do the Spaniards in the depths, I have the following Cricket ... but this is also a blog ... "
entonces ..... NEXT BORBONI!! INVADETECI CONQUISTATECI E! Maybe it's the only way that our country, basically old and extent of old (no offense to .. but none have thirty years in Italy is really hard, and is only getting worse ...) has to get up and catch up on some 'dignity ... (aiutatemi!)
