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... The delights of condominium

... I have asked several times how I wish it would end my life. No, do not worry, Miss Grumbler is not contemplating suicide. I speak of the natural end of my life, yes, old age, In short, if my food debauchery and ethyl allow me to get there.

I always thought, "Well, never out of place with the brain, the gardens accompanied by an unknown caretaker" or "never immobilized in a bed, to count all the sorrows of my bones."

I always thought it would be nice to fall asleep and never wake up: no tearful goodbyes, without fear, without undue inconvenience to children and grandchildren.

I have always said: "I hope that someone dear to me have the courage to pull the plug, if you were to see that I'm just the fruit!"

But .. but ... then there is always something with the simplicity of a breath into the air all the castles of your beliefs.

As I often do, today I saw my grandmother, my mom childhood: a fragile shell white, fragrant soap, with a soul that now follows in all its routes, which only rarely can meet and understand.

often, and not without guilt, I was amazed to finally abandon hope that this world because this world does not belong to more, nor the most affecting its colors, smells, the taste of its food, the company of people that you have shared.

too, that I was his joy, his grandson and daughter, his pestiferous company, his favorite pastime, I am now a "nice lady" unidentified or a "girl" any, or are less interesting than the figures that come out of TV, often talks of his interlocutors.

Yet, this morning he looked at me straight in the eye and said: "I love you so much !"... and no matter if he said, in his heart, his neighbor, his mother, a fleeting memories of his childhood, his niece ... or perhaps because, if this little woman drained by time and scented soap still inside her so intensely that I moved with joy, then it is a sign that, even where you are, is a place worth living.

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When choosing a home, usually raises the age-old question: independently or in a condominium?
Personally the idea of \u200b\u200bthe detached house has always scared me more than a little: phobic as I am on various home intruders, as well as ghosts, werewolves, zombies and serial killers, when it came time to leave the parental nest I opted without hesitation for a multi-crowded apartment building.

Indeed zombie even if they are not seen ... but after almost 4 years I discovered that perhaps the army of condominiums may be more respectful of the most terrifying horror crowd of creatures.

Yes, because in a crowded apartment building in a relatively restricted airspace, a jumble of personalities, often manic, psychotic and neurotic, that sooner or later will be knocking on your door ...

What about the maniac on the second floor, the intolerance of noise and nuisance home? This bizarre creature, who has memorized the whole regulation condominale, has made the defense of silence on his banner and existential, as the most zealous crusader, defending a sword quiet Sunday. So, when Sunday (which is the only day that works for you, where you can devote to your activities at home) finally decides it's time to hang the picture that lies next to the couch for months, and settles the first delicate hammered on the wall, with the speed of a road-runner here's the inhabitant of the second floor (and you are in seventh) present in a robe-rolling pin-curlers-socks to protect the peace of his ears. Queusta its activity usually lasts all day: it travels by foot all the floors, front and back, to catch in the act any victim who dares to put a cd in stereo, give a pass or turn on a vacuum centrifuge washing machine!

We do not want to mention the compulsive Monthly assemblies? And 'the eternal frustration, what is likely to be harassed at work in every situation, and that feels powerful and effective only within his house. It 'used to play on your door, weighed down by pounds of paperwork to make you sign, verbal, to recommend to the lawyer, the administrator, the company elevator. Alterna stages of aggressive (with the tenant on the third floor, which does not plant flowers to match the plaster of the building) to proactive and creative moments (assuming garage gates controlled by voice or readable, elevators and dematerialization teleportation device) looking to leverage on your false sense of adequacy and solidarity (and usually tell you that all the other blocks have already signed, and only missing you!)

other side of the fence there is the irreducible peasant: for this person, who suffers from a distorted vision of the common coexistence, self-restraint of his impulses is a concept unknown and insignificant. And 'he who keeps you awake until 4 in the morning with the Grand Prix Formula 1 shot at a volume so high that it almost seems to be the second driver Rubens Barrichello. And it's always him, just as you exit the door with your brand new taiileur purchased specifically for your important business meeting, you down on the crumbs of his previous evening from the balcony, sending you to your meeting with pieces of crusty bread nell'acconciatura.

It can also be an apprentice musician, the teen ager prey to the hormonal storm that it considers to be a real rocker is the only way to win a bang before the legal age: with a tireless determination provides an overview of all the musical instruments that humankind knows, strafalciandoti ears with hours and hours of exercises from beginner ...

you say, hopefully: "Sooner or later he will learn, and eventually produce a sound even remotely be classified as pleasant"

But no, why not just learn to strum his first decent song with electric guitar, Steve Vai can decide that now make him a saw, and switch to another tool: the player piano!!

So, I tell you, it is not worth the risk that a decomposing zombie swivel for your garden, a serial killer who has decided that you will be his 14th victim, a petty thief who wants to fuck the hypothetical ' silversmiths home, rather than condemn you to a certain martyrdom of human normal and officially assured that, no doubt, sooner or later will break you in the balls? ... there are always the Doberman, right?

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aberrations of Christmas

remember with joy that, as a child, he expected Christmas? Making the tree, wait for gifts, spy in the kitchen while preparing the food of the great dinner and walk around the streets the center decorated with flashing lights, music and colors ... that poetry, memories ...

now ... What a nightmare: You wake up in the morning of 1 December and the first thought that gives you a good morning is as follows: "Fuck, in a little 'is Christmas!"

Leaving aside the consideration that the previous Christmas seems to spend no more than a month (and that takes you to countless tristerrime and ruminations on how to fly the years, and soon you'll find yourself surrounded by grandchildren to make sweaters and to combat osteoporosis), at the age of just over 30 years you realize that Christmas brings with it an infinite series of broken boxes, monsters, aberrations of real! Want some examples? Here is served:

put it in first place, since we have entered into full pre-Christmas weather, traffic and the amount of spasmodic stoned, streets in those days. Platoons idiot looking for ideas and gifts as they walk into a trance in the street and sidewalks, looking glued to the windows, loads of bags as the sherpas of Rinascente, Intimissimi, Coin. You poor unfortunate that you left because you forgot to buy milk, come in spite of yourself pressed against the window of Calzedonia, and the only way to get rid of the old croocchio aunts who press against you, enchanted by the complete candy pink with sequins that "would be perfect for Teresa," is to get involved in the consultation, noting: "if I buy that horror is not even my grandmother who sews sequins on pants!"

If you are driving does not improve the situation: driving, attempting to convince you that basically it is nice to the spirit of Christmas, and biofeedback to help this plant on the stereo you a selection of the most famous Christmas songs. And so, just as "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" spreads goodness in your little cabin, and have your eye becomes more joyful and persuades you that we are all better people, a cry and a foreign devil horns hurt your ear Christmas: "A fool! That car is mine!" "A stoned, trovatene another, I saw him first!" - Scoured, sleeping peacefully at the pedestrian who is waiting for a bus and stoned ... goes against blaspheming the next famous divine child ... because at Christmas we are all better people!

Beautiful are those who, for lack of time and desire, decide to make all the gifts in the same store and they forgot the tastes and peculiarities of the recipients. So you choose the theme of the moment: "This year I buy everything in the library" ... it does not matter if the great-aunt Amelia is illiterate, find someone willing to read the latest book by Emilio Fede, no?

Personally, I remain baffled by the prices of food Christmas: a cake business (presumably made of chili powders, spices, baking powder and instant ... Avogli Mr Maina to say "slowly ... good good. .. seeeeeee !!!!) is around € 5-6: Luckily, I am not with my ex, who used to discard all the raisins, depositing it lovingly on a napkin and then throw it ... aho, today would have been at least 2 € of stuff, tze!

And you can turn on the television these days? Advertising chain on the worst products for children (because you know, they are the target greedy at Christmas) in a day of rest from work I discovered that there are puppets who dance the twist, walk, speak ... but so far nothing new ... that I did not know is that now there is also the doll scureggia (and who says, "Mommy, I did prrrrr ".... that shit, just to stay in theme), then there crying and Ciccio Bello that will calm down only if you put near Winnie Pooh ... but what does it say? Mo 'well dolls misbehave? We arrived at the doll in the doll? Are you kidding ?????
The other day, the offers of a hypermarket, I caught "The foals Barbie !!!!": but that is, a sex toy??

short, is a delusion, a madhouse ... I must admit that as I was a smart little girl, my perceptions were far too large child on Christmas! From the top of my wisdom, the feeling I have is that of a collective abandonment to un'ebete madness of Christmas ... the real one there is nothing left, and perhaps the soft doll today do not even know what it celebrates: I'm not surprised go see a child today in front of a giant crib and ask his mother: "Mum, but that doll cries, burps or is that if you give them the Play Station ended all square Tomb Raider and then turns into a Pokemon?"

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Today Miss Grumbler not joking. For once, no small irony and sbofonchiamenti newspapers in the great tragedies of my life ... just a bitter and a bit 'guilty thinking about real life stories that I / surround us, and often do not know or want to ignore.
For once my work as a market researcher I was away from home with their usual dash, or dall'inamidato manager and graphics of its new credit card, to launch the shadowy world of the immigrant population.
From within a week and go from the homes of Chinese, Moroccan, Ukraine, Peru, Philippines, Italy in 10 or one year, immersing strong smell of their kitchen, in the extravagance their furniture, their Italian far-fetched at times barely mentioned.
COMPANY PRINCIPAL OBJECTIVE: to discover the eating habits of many immigrants now in order to pack & advertising products that are able to take in the network of Western consumerism.
GRUMBLER MISS TARGET (in addition to meeting the company) to take this opportunity to understand what makes an immigrant from X to drop everything and come to Italy in search of fortune.

I was warmly welcomed, dates stuffed with giant African rice with culantro and other gadgets to me so far unknown, and numb with tales participated and suffered in the history of each ...

... all different stories, held together by the invisible thread of despair, a kind of despair totally etranea my life on the edge of the inhabitants of the First World.

So I discovered that you can get by knowing that your mother died in your country, and that you will not be able to attend his funeral, because you're an illegal, and if you leave the country then you can not return there, I discovered that a red shirt you buy it only when you pit one you have on him, because there is no reason to have two, I discovered that for some words such as "leisure", "pizza with friends" and "shopping" are abstract terms, of which we hear, but do not fall into the vocabulary of his life. I discovered that you can work for 18 hours straight without ... which then leads nell'esaurimento nervous and anti-stress therapies.

And so, as I came home on my new shoes, bought on a whim, I felt lucky and a bit 'silly, for my daily loss in my dissatisfaction in my complaints in my big problems.

I learned my lesson going to Africa, but then the shiny Western drama that takes place, my life has gradually blurred memories, thoughts and intentions. But quste silent shadows are also here, with me on the subway crowd, trampled upon the sidewalks.

not get me wrong: I do not renounce my happy life, are not obscured by syndromes S. Francis, who will take me to strip all of my possessions (which?) To follow the path of want and poverty ... but maybe there is something to learn. If under the weight of these stories there is still the spirit to make a smile, then there is something to learn!