I would like to get my hands on: I'm not good with writing. Not at all.
've never not been able to do with words. I was the one that took 6 - the themes of Italian, and the teacher does not even remember my name.
So do not bother if my periods are convoluted and tedious, this blog is not an exercise in style.
That said, this is the preamble:
missing three days. Three nights, to be precise. This plus-two.
I never thought to write a diary. It seemed a commonplace of the Erasmus student. It seemed just a cliche. But, after all, the Erasmus student and 'commonplace.
And then it happens that accompany Anna Sara home. And it rains. Much. More than usual rains in Salerno (the first here that you discover about me, yeah, I live in the strip of Italy a bit unfortunate that I call the "High Noon").
And there we are talking about shoes even though I hardly know how I made the shoes, and I have no knowledge of brands, models and the like. And speaking of the fact that there Bergen (here's the second clue), it rains. But it rains so much, any more than it rains in Salem today, which is so much better than it has ever rained in Salem in probably a decade ..
And then she (Anna Sara) out hunting this thing, "why do not you write a diary?"
and at that point I thought "fuck that original idea, I bet nobody ever thought which has the non-Erasmus student".
Fortunately, she keeps saying "how to Covington, but not censored due to open access to parents' and I still think (sorry, I usually do dialogues in mind as you show people a passive receptivity to the speeches almost)" is a diary erasmus censored anyway, otherwise we think of morality. "
So she goes, and I put in motion toward the house.
parking the Fiesta and think
"Shit, I almost write it really. The usual diary Erasmus.
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