RELAZIONCINE THE OLD: Conegliano Treviso (2000 AD) October 2000
The blonde braids, blue eyes and then ...
[1] this hotel IS NOT 'A HOUSE!
(unfortunately ...)
At five in the morning (minutes more minutes less) of any October 26, dark and imposing central station in Milan, we are preparing to leave for Treviso and Conegliano, to see two exhibitions of ' Impressionism. It was seven and a quarter. Fortunately we had already done
tickets the day before:
"I am £ 23,600, 'said the conductor.
"We are in modern literature. We are entitled to a discount? "
" I'm £ 23,600 "had confirmed the man.
arrived on the train again blatantly tried by early, we filled the car's yawning, and while Silvia was trying in vain to sleep his last hours of peace, we have some exciting discussions mollifying such as exams, their favorite food, what we wanted do instead of letters (but it is an option that allows for many discounts
[2] ), and especially literary plagiarism.
Hours of travel, therefore, have vanished, so The sun fades as the mist
[3] , and in short time, we made our entry in Mestre, a city anonymous and bland, blond hair died
[4] , without rhyme or reason, a suburb squalid, and a train full of breath Gallarate.
[5] Puzzled, we again climb on the train, headed eventually to Conegliano, which luckily we struck in different ways:
"It seems S. Francisco "remarked Elena.
"Why, you went to S. Francisco? "
" No, but I watch American TV show ... "
Conegliano is a charming city that has nothing to do with the anonymity of Mestre; RAI also has filmed almost taste our sandwiches are talking about dust mites. Not only! The show has wowed us, though I have not got what I wished:
"Tickets cost £ 8000 'announced the clerk gently.
"We have a student card ..."
"All right: 8000 pounds."
"... modern literature, of course."
'£ 8000, please. "
But it was worth, despite the Venetians are increasingly hostile and grumpy to us: after being insulted by the repressed conductor, we were able to take the train for a miracle, in spite of all the conductors who dare to make fun of them victims, namely the customers in Milan. (And then how do they know that Milan?)
our thinking on the train could not go to the loved ones we had left, especially as the Flores Enza, preferably with the call senhal Piera (yes ... in short, Pieros that rhymes), who accompanied us throughout the journey in thought. Even
Treviso, from the outset, we won:
"It is really pretty," said Helen, "seems to Como."
"Why, you went to Como?"
"No, but I look at life ..." And
finally, as a result of other interesting observations, we reached the boarding house, a modest but pretty, set in a gay position: between the hospital and funeral home.
As soon as you cross the threshold of the entrance, we were told that they would separate (two girls to another hotel outside the city, too) because there was no room. But we, angry and eloquent, we have to move them all together in a high-class hotel ... luxury.
So Gaudeamus!
[6] stylish and old, superb bathrooms, bedrooms with dreams, television, radio, telephone, fridge with champagne and other goodies, writing paper, staple cotton, towels, shower caps, door-absorbers will. We do not lack anything except dinner. Subjugated by the pleasures of life, we did not even realize we're hungry, not least because Silvia began a cruel game of jokes to cell phones from friends, which has involved us (created three monsters), but also his close friend Yuri (Ius said, Juris), there has never abandoned, even on the train back when, to save face with the jolly fellow, I had to show off all my acting skills / Branduardi used the call center with grass!
[7] But eight in the evening are always eight in the evening, even when you are still convinced that they are five in the morning. So why do not cross the busy road on foot, wrapped in darkness, avoiding the danger trumpeting of cars to reach the nearest pizzeria? And why not enjoy a nondescript pizza margherita (which however has a name: Margherita) on a bench facing the state in question, as four homeless people who gather at night to cope with their loneliness squassante?
And so, as soon as you arrive at the grand hotel "The Farm", of which he had taken full possession, strangely safe and sound, following the sfiatante adventure on the road, including a phone call and another, a message and an uproar, we also decided to go to sleep, except that in the morning we were surprised at once, causing them to realize that this was the last moments we are going to spend our gift suite.
and therefore sets no cappuccino or croissant, since we had been denied, but not before one last time admiring the scenery of the countryside of Treviso, on which my window looked out, with lawns, chickens, the quiet dog, the friend rate with Ariosto, and so on ... But most
we could not help but ecstasy for the last time the bathroom, and, of course, remember to remove some. Our visit to Treviso
began with a store Halloween candy and ended up with sandwiches, salty, too salty, consumed at the station. Obviously We also saw the second show based on the planned, continually escaping to the Furies and the Furies (respectively first-graders and high school impetuous). The goddesses of vengeance haunt us from room to room, breaking with their voices full of bewilderment. But we have repeatedly detecting the experience gained during the trip, the art of getting by and never feel guilty about the damage caused to third parties (ie, I created three scrounger). Anyway, we visited the most important monuments of the city in addition to the exhibition, which also cost £ 12,000, though ...
"We are in modern literature. We have the card university ... "
'£ 12,000."
"... And the book and vote!"
"So, you want to pay or not?"
... we were graduate students in Humanities, specializing in art history and allied and non-trivial medical students or languages, maybe Casalpusterlengo!
[8] However, overall, the exhibition has attracted, and despite vertesse on the birth of Impressionism, our eyes diverted from Flores, saw only cosmatesche decorations, scrolls of acanthus at will, and women everywhere hieratic.
[9] Boys, there were the portraits of some significant Sir, such as the wanton woman of Baudelaire, the woman painter, woman Renato Zero, and, finally, the woman who looks like a man.
The passengers of the train to Milan had the opportunity to listen to our singing performances (in our repertoire was also the duel or duet of Do not love me, but especially Baptists) not to mention the phone with Iuri adventures. And to think that it was five o'clock in the morning when, expecting a quick resolution, we were greeted warmly, dreaming of finding our way home, the cover-beds of silk, or at least the bathrooms green
[10] , but our illusions have not come true: this trip is too little time!
The original text of the joke I created against Elena, Laura and Silvia (this letter, written on letterhead of the hotel, came to my traveling companions a few days after his return to Milan, causing a shock and embarrassment) :
Lanzago of Silea, October 31, 2000
the attention of Laura Silvestri
This letter, in respect of the residence of Caracciolo, Silvestri, and Boscari Sarcuno during the 26th and 27th October, as the subject of repeated complaints customers and especially those responsible for the hotel's Farm during the day in question.
The presence of such persons, in fact, proved to be inappropriate and unwelcome, to Because of the many sounds and noises, warned during the afternoon and even early in the night.
But the fact that further undermines the position of those previously mentioned, consists in the disappearance, determined in the hours after their departure, many everyday objects, namely: a box of matches, 9 wipes, a bar of soap, a headset for the shower, three staple cotton towel holder 19 and above: we believe this use voluntarily obviously excessive and disproportionate for a single night, and disrespectful to staff and all those who have been deprived of the use of these consumer goods staff.
Therefore, we invite Caracciolo Silvestri, Sarcuno Boscari and to agree to any compensation, to avoid unnecessary phone reception at The Farm, and rather, a time to come to a solution, communicate by e-mail
fattoria@iol.it the type of compensation that they wish to enter.
For example, it is acceptable ricomprino the goods stolen, and do arrive at La Fattoria.
a swift resolution, we greet you cordially
Directorate
[1] Reference our favorite activities while traveling by train, look for the ways that modern songwriters have stolen the poems of the thirteenth century, in a word ... the rip-off!
[2] remarkable irony ...
[3] grazing or Ungaretti title of one of the pictures we'd seen the show then
[4] phrase uttered repeatedly during the outward journey, as we both started in the improbable descriptions of our classmates
[5] Gallarate Station, home of Silvia, was ascended to the archetype of the place just felt
[6] title of a play that the license professor of dramaturgy has strongly advocated
[7] so named because of the thick hair bald apparently
[8] obvious reference to some of the stories told in Iuri: me, Helen and Laura would students each from Casalpusterlengo, Lecce and Torino
[9] very famous phrases and expressions Flores-arcaisiani
[ 10] are mentioned some of the notes outstanding of our hotel rooms. For more details please read the following document