One Saturday morning began by recalling that in Pitigliano would bury the son of a colleague, died of a motorcycle accident in the prime of youth. At home jobs to assemble your furniture and prepare for the vernissage of Mauro. A friend writes from Paraguay, as a reminder that they are trying to start this policy of agricultural development are helping to prepare. Another friend is returning from Darfur to Khartoum, waiting to see us there with the team next Thursday.
News from Japan on the radio, more and more dramatic, do not find a trace of ten thousand people, and some nuclear plants show signs of crisis. You prepare a salad for lunch and two eggs, while Angola Francisco writes you about visas. A nice adventure, go down with young children, but he lacks the courage. E'arrivato Mario, his brother, to cut a little above and start elgna tagaire cedar. The largest tree we have at home, but is full of processionary and has become ill and, in particular, is beginning to break the wall and dance a little too much when there is a storm, so we decided to remove it and leave more space to nearby trees.
Afternoon at the Flaminio: first stage for several decades, especially the first time in a rugby match. Great party, colors, smells, smiles, different people that are good together. We sing hymns, is rooting for their team then won the other one not. A pizza to celebrate, take stock of your daughter in Paris, happy because his "copain" will arrive soon.
A little 'reading, take stock of the Japan, the blackberry to meet Chris in Mozambique, then feel sorry for her vernissage Mauro and in bed.
Sunday morning you get up early, good background music, cooking until noon for the promise of organize this event. They come from Nepal news, go out to take the newspaper and met Mr. Peter, "whistle" to his friends. Talk with him but then it rains and makes way for a cold.
Bars, a look at the paper, a quick lunch and watching the news: How did the events for the Constitution, breaking news from Japan, the fiasco of the French. A bit of football, not however given that Inter have almost threw away the championship chase. A cold and rainy afternoon, with the colors that a child gave you an infinite sadness.
And then by Mauro, bringing food and drinks for an army. So many people, a large space, which is worth seeing so that at last his great paintings have an appropriate space, as well as the iron works. A cheerful evening, then come home, the troops of dogs and cats happy to see you again. Things get worse in Japan, it is about nuclear risk, think about the week that awaits you, these two lines that you wanted to write, just to feel the life that is infinitely sad moments, joyful elsewhere, but never boring . It will be a week that will leave Uganda, with another Mario, who will arrive tomorrow morning, then jump in Angola, South Africa and Mozambique. The tour will continue in Nepal and Pakistan, perhaps with a trip to Paraguay on Wednesday before taking the flight to Darfur. I hope to bring back some pictures.
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