Oxford 1998, learning vacation. As we stroll in the gardens I and my college classmate of us get stuck staring at the same time the same group of strange sitting in a Japanese panchina.Una of them wearing a ballet tutu over jeans and head in a bun covered with a doily pillow ihihihihih
One of them, by the name of Jun, tall and skinny with long hair blacks, all dressed in black draws our attention because it looks like a character in the show Lupin.Inizia.
My friend starts. "Hi Jan, you look like Gighen" (I am writing to how to pronounce, I do not understand Japanese). The Japanese are watching open-mouthed because they do not understand. "Gighen, Lupin, the cartoon, Gighen the man with the sword" (Trad. Gighen, Lupin, the man with the sword)
Japan's us that what is Gamon, Gighen is the one with the gun. It raises a chorus of laughing and pointing Jun screams: "you look like Gamon, you look like Gamon.
The Japanese began to take angry at language. My friend at school but returns several times repeated in Italian fuck while friends laugh like crazy and Jun did not understand repeated "vafangulo vafangulo. At one point
-Jun Gamon gets really angry on the bench and start yelling "fuck, fuck fuck" At some point
nervous yells at us "but do not you understand that I vafangulo Italian?? I live in Turin 8 years "
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Palermo, 2006, the World Cup period.
After spending years writing on the forum all over my school teachers. After thinking for years to be well protected by my nickname, and after an examination two times I start to write about anything and everything on a server of this matter ....
few days later at the home of a colleague to see a lot of Italy, among the crowd of friends I see the assistant head ..... "Who is Nana
friendly A colleague of mine says," what do you expect this "
" So you're the one who writes all those nice things about me "
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The web is dangerous. One night I organize a party with colleagues from uni and I invite everyone to my house in the country. A glass leads to another and meanwhile someone is having fun taking photos. The photos end up on a blog. A professor enters the forum of the faculty, see the link to that blog and finds out who I am thanks to a very nice sentence under a picture of me drunk (of everything but I know nothing). Some next day I go to university and try to apply for degree thesis at this depth do not know who I am convinced that ..... The Professor starts to laugh ... absurd bursts out laughing ... "I saw the picture you drunk " write a few days later on this forum.
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Bus, 1997, after returning from school. We
inpiedi in the central corridor (the bus is packed ).... I (I weighed 80kg which at the time) to my right a girl who has long since exceeded 100 kg and his right one on 90kg, the the right of that a skinny girl.
The bus driver cursed at someone and then makes a stop deadly.
That sticks with me I will not fall to the ground, the same thing that is next to her fall down one upon the other over that skinny screaming "aiutoooo"
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