How many questions they will be putting the children first enter the nursery? know a new environment and a stimulating, meet smiling faces of adult strangers, learning to live together and gain respect from new friends, leave a point of reference, the mother, to live a meal and sleep with new rituals. Start a new experience requires a tremendous energy and not all children respond the same way, some do not accept the new lifestyle and oppose it with shouts and tears, some passively accept their fate, others draw with both hands the wealth of new experience. Days excited for us that teachers must learn to recognize the needs of our little ones, for each serving a different path, some prefer to be ignored, some need of physical contact, others need to be calmed down. many roads so many emotions, a stormy sea in which only the experience of our donut can keep us afloat.
Happy to have found a post full of comments and driven by the fact that a month has passed already, but the financial forecasts at the beginning of the adventure proposed work are not yet known (we knew from the beginning that on these occasions are becoming optimistic forecasts concerning future earnings, which are regularly explode ;-) I am going to write more juicy tales from the "Margaret River"! So what happened
in the last few weeks ..
Well life here is not that it is full of adventures as the days (except for some incidents which I will tell you soon) go for the most part all the same. Luckily the scenery here is truly rewarding!
positive note about Marshall (remember it? Content "anal" that :-) he left one day for no reason and without saying anything, to the delight of my sleep that it has gained in relax. Besides, the place left in the room was occupied by Andy, then the 4 "shear wild" in addition to working together, are now also in the same room!
speaking work I can say that my pace has increased and now episodes like that where I was wrong to "rap" (the English word, to indicate the Italianate wire to wire the branch of the vine) are no longer occurred. It was just as well if not better than I used to collect rocks!:-D
worth mentioning chats at work with our supervisor John
about both episodes working, as there are days when he does not complain of the organization he works for (he complains because he wants to feel comfortable all day downing a few beers that goes below ) or discussions on topics from a wide variety. Talking with John can be difficult to understand at least initially because of her strong Australian accent, but when you understand the logic of the sequence of "fuck" in that part of his times (there will be at least a dozen fuck every 5 words! ) then the understanding is more clear! In fact, I took a liking to it, giving him the rope his complaints, I have "extended" his vocabulary with the word fucking bullshit! (No need to translate.
;-) Then John appears to be a great person as well, because now that the work is coming to an end, they had to choose 7 people (plus 2 of these 7 John himself who are now no longer works as a supervisor but we and the new supervisor who is an Indian I mentioned in my previous post) and among those who are working at the suggestion of the same John, me and Luke we were 2 of 7 "appointed" to continue our adventure is not in the "house" or "island" but in vineyard ... In my humble opinion much more rewarding as it ;-)
For sure we will have to work for the next two weeks which is not sorry to be a monetary point of view that as the timing for our trip.
As for life in the hostel over the epidemic (an intestinal virus), which, one after another, hit all the occupants of the hostel (I was one of the first to be affected, but unlike others who have been bad for several days and even a hospital is also finished, I was already better the next day) causing severe diarrhea (do not go down in gruesome detail. To see what Vito's post, "Times of Shit" where for a complete description of everything!:-D),
here had given me since my grandfather's estate but the next day when the others were to be sick, I left the hospice in favor of these other!:
returning from work or to devote time scrounge the Internet from a nearby bar to browse through a wireless network to be updated (although lately we have discovered as "borrowing" internet in the same hostel for free!), to watch TV (mostly the games of the series or of the premier league) or chatting among ourselves and with others (sometimes) for guests who stay in hostel for a few days.
worth mentioning the two sisters Britta and German Svenja (lots of nice to be German ;-)
The other girl of photo Sky (pronounced SIEL) Colombian girl she here to work ...
who were on vacation for the second time in Australia with whom we spent a nice weekend and we promised to meet in Melbourne, where the timing of our trip are,
or the Australian couple who was very nice here for a couple of days.
On this last night when I remember I made a risotto with seafood (just shrimp and mussels for the clams had not ;-) and Mrs. (English-born Australian but in effect since he had married a Australian, as well as being very nice too, seemed straight out of a British comedy Benny Hill style!) has remained there appalled by the whole dish as "complicated" I was devoting my time.
me not loosen a second because he wanted to know every detail about how to prepare the risotto: I even found a mandecare risotto for me:-D
course my ego stoked by what I have encouraged to devote some attention to the presentation of the dish using the concepts on how to "raise" a dish that the months in the restaurant in Sydney have led me to acquire !!!:- D
be remembered among other things made, the 3 v 3 soccer game played between the British hostel (Andy, Chris, and one that I never remember the name!:-D) and the mixed team composed by myself, Vito and Wilhem.
Needless to say that the training Italo / wrath has clearly beat the English with a sound 5 to 3.
But the biggest satisfaction was when I told Andy that "even if you have invented the English football and thousands of other sports such as cricket useless in the end always lose." The pebble in the shoe
me nicely because they are wrong if Andy was leading the ground " bizarre theories about how English football was superior to the Italian one.
However, since I can not stay out of trouble or perhaps, put it this way, I prefer go and look because I hate life "monotonous" in recent weeks among the things that happened, it deserves a place of honor in my "adventure" had with the police of the local police station.
Usually the bus carrying the other backpackers to work is led by Marshall (obviously before he left). That morning the bad luck would have it, Marshall was also hit by the epidemic and because they are the only one with more than 25 years, I am the only one who can drive saw carrying between 8 and 12 people. Or at least I think!:-S. During the journey of my first day of bus driver, of course, the police stopped me for speeding in a point where the limit was 50 while I was going between 60 and 65.
You may wonder what's so fun to take a traffic ticket?
Well, first, that I was able to get it in Australia (after my numerous fines Italian!).
Then the crucial point is that when the policeman asked me the license, it was great response in my backpack at the hostel! :- to look for a few seconds with a face in the shocked and perplexed (for sure he was thinking something like "I do not believe that this idiot foreigner driving in Australia without a license even below normal, not international !!!"; -).
At that moment, inadvertently, spoke my Belgian friend Damien who was next to me and asked if he was referring to the international one.
Taking the ball on the fly, I shot the policeman told him that I was referring to the international one. ;-)
The policeman then there and then he changed expression as if he had calmed
! But the problem remained. After turning in my portfolio and have thought for a moment to give him the credit card (but is no picture!) And the library card has a picture of Parma (I've brought the following to get the discounts as a student museums and the like, not as a substitute license !;-), I folded up a more reliable identity card).
The two cops back in the car to make the necessary checks on the "atypical" driving while I was laughing (I think it was more a laugh to keep from crying!) With Damien in the story that was not a "driver's license," but a "personal ID ". Damien looks at me first shocked, then became a laugh by adding a "You Are A Crazy Italian !!!". I do not think he had a point ...
The minutes passed and my laughter turned into doubt thought that the police had not drunk: thanks to f *** ing ... It 's an ID card!
Then come back and after asking if that was me in the picture (no !!!), my grandmother was the confirmation that Alexander had my name and my surname and the other end of the document, handed me a fine addition I had a discount because quell'infrazione the cost was around $ 200!
accepted a fine of only $ 75, I is not nothing left but to greet the two police officers with a good day returned from a "Be careful next time limits" and everything with a smile and a friendly 32-teeth rare and unique!
Australians are fantastic !!!:-)
pulling a bit 'sums up this first part of the adventure in the farm (even if it will expire soon, or at least I hope ;-) I can not say that I have never regretted this experience.
Indeed if sometimes you encounter any problems that you are in Australia to spend some time instead of sitting behind a desk trying to make sense of those years spent behind the books so if you remember the 5% already a great thing, this experience I have consolidated most of my reasons to stay in 16000km away from Italy.
Experiences of this kind make you understand, discover and learn so many things that you do not realize when you do the "usual" life that most of us. And certainly this is not to criticize this lifestyle, because it will take up soon, though he had, but I want to be a bit 'more arrogant, trying to have and to live this experience makes me proud as if I had received another degree.
certainly consider myself very lucky if I had the opportunity to experience this adventure because there are people who would do such a thing but did not, for various reasons, the opportunity to do so.
thought I write this because in addition to the fact of making people understand what I try to live this experience, I hope to convince those who would do such a thing but is held back by those doubts, misgivings and fears that everyone (myself in particular) have first to convince himself to jump into such an experience.
I hope not to have been too saccharine as is customary for Vito in his post (by the way: get ready for his next post because it will be "very" heavy. And I do not make reference to the uploaded photos on it but sometimes !!!:-) a bit 'of serious issues in the tide of crap that I write, means that my blog appears to be credible!
Ps me and I want to give you a gift in honor of both the title of my post (not chosen at random), is to make you listen to one of my favorite songs (and I think one of the most beautiful Italian music) and I happen to listen to while poto, in these strange days of September. Strange because the days from the point view weather are quite unstable first after the sun is shining, 5 minutes rain-style buckets of water from the clouds that never seems to end and then another 30 seconds after the sun again. Oh I forgot: all surrounded by a wind that "helps" to walk. I do not know if it makes the idea!
Shouts in the world, what would you say we can not know, cries accompanying your gestures because then you feel really exist engulf everything you because chaos can only be truly free, repeat nonsense words that speak louder than words true. Eyes that would be achieved but we meet only when looking for a foothold into the vortex of your emotions, our hands are all aimed, finally manage to capture one and leave you rocking in the embrace endless in search of a precarious balance. When the world will be able to understand you can stop screaming.
There is no limit to infamy. If I think of so many young people who have died during the seventies killed by anti-fascist Fini now cites such as anger mounts me .... And the young An, who greet us Roman, Celtic and neck carry the Ramelli commemorate every year and have nothing to say Pedenovi
'E' must be said that one can not equate who fought for a just cause of equality and freedom and who, subject to good faith was on the wrong side, "Gianfranco Fini
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Today I had my first driving license for the A3 remember my father who accidentally made me buy a scooter 150 here now is the time to leave the pink sheet for the license. When I first arrived I was worried and willing to sell the scooter, I would have liked strangle my dad sure is a bad figure considering my skills imbranattaggine. comes down to the car and the instructor looks at me, I am even more concerned about being taken for a ride because he was a boy my age. I do my courage he brings the car's driving school and brings me to the garage, I entrusted the driving of the car and asked me to follow him and his wasp, arrived at a yard and I stopped uncertain if I try to escape or get drowsy and go down all the grit, but I approach stalled, he encourages me and eventually I give up, I step on the wasp and the pilot in me takes over, catching the rules and birth, I combine incredulous my baby gaf but nothing major just gently let the clutch go and instead of going directly from first to second in the third (that's finally recognize myself). After a few laps I see the strange pull pins out of the car and I care greatly, and I hope I'm kidding We observe in askance, he tells me eight and I would say that mathematics is an opinion but I restrain myself to be convinced next to a mega rufolone on earth, it makes me see how I do, I pretend to have understood but I would run away again (maybe at first but I could do it). Down with the visor and I challenge my 8, parturition induced by him e. .. incredible, I can not believe this is a show I look like a stantman are very good, even he seems a bit 'surprised ... me make another trip around the square and he cleverly changes the available pins looks at me and says now do the slalom, then and there I was hoping she was joking but still it is not, first turn down a pin, perfect the next, and I still do not recognize I think the Swiss and the continuing Lindoz my show. End of first guide met me, some contrast to the second but I enjoyed more than an amusement park. Driving next Friday.
thank Irene for this award. The inner light I believe it is present in every human being, just that some people can celarla very well, others throw out all the filth of the world and you forget who is still throbbing within them. In some cases it is difficult to see in others impossible, yet at other blinding. I want to reward the blog with an inner light and blinding are 4000 photos: For all the light emanating from his images I type: the sympathy that oozes from his words dubbafetta : because read is like opening a book fragments of life: the light of a dawning love the island of the poet for the beautiful poems released Prince Blue: because enough to see a picture to capture the light marsala purpose: for the good laugh that makes me fat do moody on the moon : because the light after a moment of darkness becomes more intense pansy : because the light that emanates is immense, but I do not think he realizes dark skin: because it sheds light on a dark society thoughts and poems a naughty little girl: because her words evoke images, and bright images emotions pizza and coca because nothing is brighter than a pizza pupottina : because need much light to illuminate a kind of international intrigue slave or free: because the light gives him the courage to say what he thinks sgalliniamo : not lose hope because (500 coming soon) sun: the name implies under the sign of the pigeon: because he always manages to clean up the Pigeon droppings star Sirius : Light filters through their post flexible tool for mental health: the light ' darkness' and brings to light what we do not want to see tony : the harmony of his words that shine a light Cherry leads to another: for a pure heart When I left home : sympathy for Khalehipazia and Pantesilea : because while dancing glow Vale: for the intensity with which he lives his life the individual: because just read it to remain dazzled The tip of the pencil because serves to teach so much light
The other blog that I visit probably due to emit light of the monitor of their words or, more likely, someone I will have forgotten why are a bit 'distracted or maybe few reasons why I came out of your light still lights me up so thanks for reflection but I hope to enlighten myself least with nick I chose ...
a broken column in the Plain PONTINA ALDO BORMIDA ONE OF THE FIRST ITALIAN FRONT OF NEPTUNE The Anglo-Americans in their advance along the Italian peninsula, were detained for months by the line "Gustav". It was a series of fortifications that unfolded for 120 km, from Minto, south of Gaeta, to the Adriatic coast, south of San Vito / Ortona. Nodal point of "Gustav" was Monte Cassino, which was transformed into a natural fortress by the Germans, he saw shattered numerous attacks by Allied. To overcome the Gustav, the Allies planned a landing behind the line of fortifications and thus was born "Operation Shingle", or landing on coast of Anzio and Nettuno. The "Shingle" began Jan. 17 '44 with heavy bombardments of the coast and in the night of Jan. 22, at 2:00 am, the troops began to disembark. The whole exercise was a sort of failure and ended the troops to get bogged down on the Pontine coast. Churchill's comment was nothing short of scathing: "I had hoped - he wrote the British statesman - throw on the beach at Anzio a wild cat, whereas we are on the shore with a beached whale." Only the Allies on May 23 gave birth, "Operation Buffalo" which was aimed at Cisterna di Latina. Fortunately, the conquest of the town agree to the Latium 6 ° Corps to meet the American avant-garde of the 2nd Army Corps, which veterans of Montecassino, advancing from Terracina. As is known, the "liberators" came only in Rome on June 4 following.
the historical memory of the people of the Pontine plain military operations that followed the landing, are remembered as a titanic clash between Germans and Americans. Unfortunately, too often forgotten is that the fighting took part in the first organic units of the Armed Forces of the Italian Social Republic. They were engaged on that front the Battalion of Infantry of Marina Barbarigo ", the Group of artillery Marina" San Giorgio "and speedboats attacked of the Xth MAS Flotilla MAS. In addition, the Parachute Regiment Arditi "Folgore" (1 st Battalion. "Thunderbolt", 2nd Battalion. "Nimbus" 3rd Battalion. "Azzurro"), the Parachute Battalion training "Nimbus", the Group Torpedo Bombers "Carlo Emanuele Buscaglia "Faggioni later called" the 2nd Battalion SS Legionnaire, Legionnaire Exploring the 1st Battalion SS "Debica" and numerous other smaller departments. Alternated on the ground pontine, January-June '44, about 10,000 soldiers and hundreds of CSR of these lost their lives.
After the war, the Italian Republic was born from the resistance found in Neptune and Pomezia, land for the American and German military cemeteries. Unlike, for those Italians who dared to die from the "wrong" there were war memorials, but only a private tomb at Verano. In 1993, the Association of X ° MAS has built in Neptune, at its own expense, a private shrine, also known as the "Field of Remembrance." Only recently, the Association is then able to translate inside the shrine the remains of the fallen "Barbarigo. The translation was made possible only by giving the same field to honor the Fallen of the Ministry of Defence, this assignment that has turned the private shrine in a military cemetery.
addition to the "Field Memory ", turning the Pontine plain, one can encounter in some other modest monument erected to remember the fallen of CSR on that front. At the "Bona Water Ditch" in Ardea is a tombstone, memorial stone and are in Campoverde (Cisterna di Latina) and Borgo Podgora (Cisterna di Latina / Latin America). In particular, in the territory of Latin America, there is a monument consists of a humble broken column on which you can read "Aldo Bormida - nineteen year old student Politecnico di Torino - Fallen for the Fatherland January 30, 1944." On the death of Bormida has always known very little. A few years ago, a veteran brought you some flowers and told the owner of the farm on which the column insists that he and Bormida were university students of the Polytechnic and were sent to Germany for a cultural exchange. Surprised September 8, had volunteered and were sent to fight the Germans in Italy. Luciano Populin, now an elderly gentleman and delicious, then twelve years old, witnessed the death of Bormida, so he told me: "The January 30, 1944 I was 12 years and four months for me and it was the first terrifying and painful experience of life . Dal Borgo Podgora January 24, after the American landing at Anzio, we moved to the road of the Cross, with a family of clones that we knew. Our spacious courtyard of the house in the village had been occupied, after two days after landing, the armored division of the German reached the Brenner Pass. From the window of the house of the settler, on 30 January, reaching the street I saw two trucks of soldiers came down, completed the armament, and prepared to go against the enemy. The Americans were on the opposite Musolini Channel, about 150 meters from our house where he had established a young German officer and South Tyrolean origin from where shootings took place between the two forces. Italian soldiers, who then knew they were young volunteers at the Politecnico di Torino, ran against the enemy and began to climb the embankment of the canal on our side away from the memories I seem to have been about forty. The Americans, who were stationed on the opposite to 30/40 meters, they will inexorably reach the top and mow them with weapons.
The memory is still the vision of the poor guys who fell, then the terror, pain and desperation made me hide in the most sheltered of the house. From the house did not go out except for a few moments as the German officer who was with me and we advised the child of the settlers to show us to the well to pump water in the hope that seeing the civilians the Americans could save the destruction of the house . We, after a few days, we were forced to flee on foot at the suggestion that German officer telephoned to their forces not to shoot in the hopes that a truce was.
immolation The memory of our boys resumed after the war (we came back after about two years in Latin) with the testimony of the Piva family, which owns the land where he was the massacre took place. I heard that one boy had survived after the attack had taken refuge in the house of Piva also hosts a German soldier wounded.
The boy went away when she could, and the day after our escape Piva also had to abandon their home, leaving the German soldier wounded in the basement with some provisions and martyred in the fields the bodies that make the air breathable. They returned after a few months in their homeland where they could not stay because everything was undermined;
A spontaneous fire of brushwood had reduced their bodies to bones. In June or July, the Americans intervened and some white bags filled with the remains reduced to bones and nothing was recognizable human beings. After a period of time the survivor returned to the place and remembered the spot where the young man had fallen Bormida
why there and sort the stele in memory of Bormida and where, until a few years ago, some family members came to visit; Currently it has no people are who keep the memory Piva. The remains of the boys should be in a cemetery or Lavinia Pomezia with "Fallen unknown.
This is my childhood memories, but so that the facts narrated are the clearest I have prepared a rough map of the war zone. "
History, the one with the capital" S ", it is made thanks to the memories of a child who is now a gentleman of a certain age. Telling Bormida I wanted to tell one of those guys who, trained to the myth of the love of country, when the country did not called back, making the choice not to sit at the window watching.
On our land there is' a hidden place in the midst of a boundless plain rich in wheat fields, vineyards and meadows. In the middle it goes a little street, this leads you in place as there are thousands in our land but actually takes you inside a story, that story that everyone has fixed in the minds and hearts and makes this unique place . You talk about a guy named Aldo Bormida even twenty came from Turin. You talk about a soldier with a uniform gray verde.Ti speaks of the desire for freedom, honor and loyalty of thousands of young patriots. You speak of the first martyr of the Italian Social Republic. Its sacrifice in this place were his mortal remains tumoli the behest of the family under a white marble memorial bill humble near the road, almost completely covered until a few years ago by weeds, on it there 's a short incision but comprehensive, fell for the Fatherland. It would be hard to describe with words the gratitude and respect that each of us at being in this piece of land, difficult to tell the story of those who gave all of himself for the greater love, than for their land.
The idea of \u200b\u200bno longer intimidates me a precarious and at the same time fills me with immense joy for the work I've always wanted. beginning the night was restless, turbulent, and full of dreams and curiosity, meeting with colleagues exciting and engaging. Environment for hours to fix everything so messy. The first interviews with parents interesting. high expectations, the desire to do, go, see the exciting evolution of the days. So many sensations so strong and so wrenching that I can not even describe it, live it all with such enthusiasm that seems to be a wing girl first crush with a great desire to know to experience a desire to live tomorrow accompanied by an incessant desire to savor the present. seems impossible I'm afraid it's all a dream I could wake up somewhere and who knows when.
