I became blind

I can feel the wind on my face and my hair.  I can feel the sway of the boat and the surge as it hits the waves.  I can hear the engine and the sounds of the other passengers.  It’s comfortable and I feel safe.  I’m sitting next to Chiara.  She is beautiful. Well, when I say that, her voice is beautiful.  She has long, dark hair and a pretty face, although none of this I can see.  It’s not that it’s night, it’s total darkness.  Really.  Not a single iota of light.  I am blind.  She often grasps for my hand.  She has a delicate, slightly cold, hand.  Long fingers,  Sweet, like her.

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Aimless, goalless, nothingness

When we first came to Italy, we did nothing.  Well, obviously we did things, but we had no jobs, no reason to get up in the morning, to leave the house (apart from the dog and buying food).  We had money.  It was the plan.  It was what we had decided to do.  Nothing.  Just be there.  See how life was.  See what would happen in the future. Continue reading

Let me tell you how ill I am!

As those of you who know me may remember, I’m not one for illnesses.  Sure I’ve had my fair share.  I had an operation for a small hernia when I was about 8, had Spillaine’s Syndrome at about 35 and an op for a cartilage tear about 6 years ago.  But that’s about it, really.  Yes, I do get aches and pains but, really, you don’t want to know, so I won’t tell you.  I don’t take aspirin or any other drugs as I reckon that one drug (smoking) is enough – oh yes, and alcohol. Continue reading

Don’t hold your breath in the Gotthard Tunnel!

Today, as yesterday, has been a really beautiful day.  Unfortunately we had some chores to do – mine in front of a computer and V ironing.  However, it was so beautiful that we decided to take Rufus for a walk in Giardini Pubblici (the park closest to where we live in Milan) this afternoon.

Whilst walking in the park, we have to pass under a footbridge – but it’s a wide one as I guess they also use it for park vehicles.   V says that he doesn’t like walking under the bridge because it smells.  I said that it didn’t but he said that it didn’t matter anyway as you ‘have to hold your breath under bridges and in tunnels as it’s lucky’!  Yep, he really said that.  He did add that it probably wasn’t a good idea to do that in the Gotthard Tunnel (from here to Switzerland).

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Current status: dipendente; plus amusing tales of cutting off tongues in Milan

Yes, it really is some big deal here – to be employed with a contract with no fixed end date!  So, here I am, a properly employed (dipendente) person.  I was also told, yesterday, that I was a level 7 employee which, so I am told, is the highest level.  However, this being the country that it is, I now have a clocking in card!  This is the first time that I have ever had one of these and I am sure I shall forget to use it many times.  We’ll have to see how important that is.  But we are in Italy, where rules and red tape are so important.

In the meantime, it would seem that we are about to also congratulate V for getting the same status where he is working.  He should know by the end of the day.

On another subject, however, whilst surfing the internet for something (I forget what, exactly) yesterday, I found a story that really caught my eye.  You can see one of the examples here.

What really makes the whole thing much more fun is the way that this has been reported.  One wonders who started the whole thing by adding ‘off’ to ‘cutting’ and I think it would be fun to have traced the explosion from that one source.

Of course, the idea that a substitute teacher should cut a child’s tongue is bad enough, but the thought that the same teacher had cut off the child’s tongue has a whole new meaning.  I found myself laughing at this.  The reason was simply because the thread on a forum that I found (but, alas, today I cannot find it), started with the same premise that they had picked from somewhere else (i.e. that the teacher had cut off the tongue), but as the thread went on people realised that this could not be so, otherwise it would have had a much bigger impact rather than the reprimand or sacking that seems to have taken place.

I just wish I could find the thread for you.

However, the point is that, my general distrust of the media (and by that I mean newspapers, radio and television), which many of you may know about, as I was the subject of such mis-reporting some years ago, gathers apace.  Although in most reports you see that it is correctly (well, I assume correctly) reported that the teacher only cut the child’s tongue, the initial finds yesterday were all reporting cut off rather than cut.

Of course it came from Milan and it may have been an Italian’s enthusiasm for using English phrasal verbs that was at fault, but from the report above, you can see that it did spread around the world quite fast.  I probably cannot find the thread now because it has been, subsequently, corrected.

In all events, I prefer the cutting off of the tongue as that gives a much more vivid picture of life in a Milanese classroom!  No wonder that the boy now runs away whenever he sees someone holding a pair of scissors!  And I do love the idea that the teacher can claim that the whole thing was ‘an accident’.

It’s Milan Fashion Week and now I’ve actually been!

To be honest, Milan may be one of the fashion capitals of the world but, in the main, most people here continue to go about their business as if it was just a normal city.  Fashion Week (there are four) just means a lot more traffic, full restaurants and waif-thin models on street corners with maps looking for the place of their next job.  So it was, to be honest, for me too.  But, finally, I saw something of what it is about.

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Driving in Italy – Part 199

Today, as I am driving to work there is another accident.  I crossed the lights and found myself in a traffic queue which, unfortunately meant that I was blocking the traffic traversing the road I was on.  So, in order to avoid the blaring of horns by cars that would come right up to my drivers door, and because I am driving more and more like a Milanese, I turned my car to the right and pulled up alongside the car that had been immediately in front of me (who, incidentally, was also blocking some of the traffic from the right).  So now he wasn’t blocking any traffic, it was only me.

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