Dear friends, if
're reading this post, it means that I have overcome my laziness and I finally agreed to study how to publish a page on our blog!
The atmosphere in Rome strange and despite my on-air radio is tuned to a channel that broadcasts Christmas carols, come out well from other sounds.
City would already be at the end of this day and hope that the student demonstration does not degenerate, as happened in episodes of violence.
guard helicopters from the city, the center is armored and personally I did not expect a deployment of forces in battle, around Rome. Of course, a false note in a time of year where everyone wants to believe and forget for a while 'the pains of a country sick, but this time the wounds are so large that they pretend it does not bleed it's a bit difficult!
Despite that, I would to close, if only briefly, the windows that overlook the real world and collect my thoughts "pre-Christmas" on our "microcosms in a suitcase."
This year I decided to spend the holidays in my home in Rome, forcing my parents and my brother to prepare their own luggage. It will be a bit 'unusual, given that we will not be surrounded by the hubbub of my very numerous family, but I needed to hear the people I love to breathe between the walls of the house where I live for the rest of the year.
Time does not bode well and if you keep at bay my beloved nephew 3 years in an apartment will be an eventful, I am convinced that the board of the dinner will be worthy of the best Sicilian tradition. My parents, like good southern landed in Rome with clothes enclosed in a small suitcase and three bags packed with food!
squid, cod, turkey stuffing, stew, sausage and seasoned, ready-made pork chops, a nice oil bins and even oranges, lemons and even parsley, garlic and onions (the cultivation of these herbs is prohibited in the rest of Italy !!!!). I am assured that the cake would have brought my brother, because air is made first and then the cream keeps ... ahhhhhhhhhh!!
Oh well, this means that the menu which I thought a few weeks will be totally subverted by my mother who knows her in the kitchen and I dispense from handling pots and pans for a few days. One dare not, however, approach the tree, and groped to usurp the role of "the distribution of gifts," a role that in fact the most I contend with my nephew, given the nature disinclined to this kind of activities of the rest of these! However
friends, anything you find under your tree you know that there will be a small package, forgotten and hidden, which contains my thanks to you and every time I have made my way uphill less!
Merry Christmas from the capital of Italy (still exists, right?)
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