This week has been full of events giuoiosi.
First, I have my license. That's here. In this blessed country we can provide with Italian license (including expired, provided it has not expired for more than a year), a bank statement (to prove you have an address), and 22 € at the passport agency insurance.
They joyfully examine the above, they make you an eye test them directly to the bar with coffee na (I've spent a miracle), photos, and you're na ta-dan, you have the license for New Zealand. That is, for now I have the pink sheet because the license to manufacture and ship directly to me at home.
Too bad, no 125, only cars and mopeds.
now is to take driving lessons (from C. of course) but before I do the insurance. Who here is made on the person, not the machine. Costs a ridiculous figure, less than 100 € per year and covers all menate RCA plus: if you close the keys inside the car is dealing with the insurance. If gasoline remains without insurance makes you the man with the tank and you pay only the Benz that takes you. If your car breaks down you will tow up to Auckland although it remains standing in barbagia. If you are out of town for the important things they pay you well if your rental car breaks down. And things like that. I guess that's good. Now I just have to see if they make it through here or sti with someone else.
Joyfully I discovered that for two weeks, the CV that I sent out had the wrong telephone number. Potentially I could have found work right away and instead nada. I have discovered why after sending a resume in the evening I get an email from the company in question when I say we have tried to call but boh. Check the number, diocane, We want to hear you do an interview.
The next day I try to call them but do not respond. But I'm in the center and while we are going there to make an appointment to talk I am. Find the skyscraper, go to (the elevators here are the kind of missiles, it seems to stay at Gardaland, plan to get to 17 it takes me as much as the elevator of my house takes to go to the second). Surprise, the head is free, what a coincidence, we'll do the interview immediately.
Moral of the story, half an hour later magically cease to be unemployed. Thursday's start at the company whose name I will not say, but it is a charity where children away s'adottano or fan donations to build a well in africa and the like. I will do the ambassador fundraiser that english sounds too cool to say it but it is the humanitarian version of what will sell the goblin, or Jehovah's Witness. Only instead of selling vacuum cleaners door to the sound I'll sell you for children. It seems
economic inter alia, cost around € 20-30 per month. It 's true that to buy from the third world is saved. After much
also finally turn with three cups Bialetti Moka. I had seen the first few days but I did not have the money yet. Then I got the money but I have not found the shop. I finally Ribecco (and search for home sellers of children) and now I have the coffee as it should. They also sell the lavazza in supermarkets is very good. The Barilla pasta, so I could indulge in my famous pasta with zucchini, better known as the menu A. Tonight I will make the menu B which is pasta with broccoli. Then my culinary career will end because I can not do anything else. I also bought what I thought was tomato sauce. I've also made the sauce and I ate. And when I did I realized that was not tomato sauce, tomato was something else, something obscene. Half pasta thrown, the rest I ate because I was starve.
The diet I am following is practically the only Asian. Great Chinese Japanese Korean Vietnamese Thai Filipino and well decorated. And 'nice because here in China are Chinese, the Japanese are Japanese, the Thai are Thai and so on. Chinese in Italy are all pretending. What a beautiful.
This weekend I went out. The hip-hop music, one that usually gets up before the music starts to dance, that saw music boring that we need as a pre-event, here, here is the event that of the evening.
Friday we were at a place called Fu Bar Hiphop course. There was a DJ from France who put his music pathetic. Because he's Vietnamese roots, had the original idea of \u200b\u200btaking samples of traditional songs from vietnam, put on his usual beat and low and behold the exotic mix of shit. Boredom. Luckily I was bar was connected by a hallway to another bar that I forgot the name, but there was a band playing a kind of rockemogoth and whose guitarist / singer looked like my friend Damian with a haircut by metalhead Cognola of the nineties (which is what I had in 14 years). But they were funny.
After this place we went to a friends house and then swill home. By taxi, the cops here are bad.
Yesterday, barbecue, then tuttialcosohiphopchechogliingressiv.ip
arrive and I candidly do "ah but it's a club?'ve Been there before in sti days, I thought it was an internet cafe lol" we go and it was actually one of those places where full of playstation the nerds are playing. But there was a DJ and dancing. It was just us, tizie some very dark and a bunch of niggers. Note
color. At one point I go to the toilet. Pissing enter a Negro. It tells me something, I say, note the emphasis. Where are you from me, I say Italy.
Ah, I am from Ethiopia. We've colonized, or have tried.
Panico. I thought it would kill me. Instead no. But go and have colonized Libya, I do not know much, but we won the World Cup. Ride, good evening, hello. Salvo.
Then you go to a place called Khujo, to hear the concert version of Aucklandese of Tabasco. But these are more but have less charisma. They are good, I do not remember their name, the group is a famous actress of TV series here, Shortland Street. Funny enough, you do 4.30.
After that you decide to go somewhere else. We arrive but it is closed, there seems to have been the police, I do not understand, you go home. I think that I have never been up so much that four years is in part, except for air travel but that does not count because it was the jet lag.
lazy day today, you are at home, I'm preparing myself mentally to care for broccoli, C. corrects examinations of medical students, then we will watch a DVD, relax, Sunday, all right.
And that's it.
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