In Italy: the country of half truths

We all know that you can love and you can hate your country but nobody is better than Fabri Fibra to describe everything that charcterizes Italy these days.

Here is the video of the song "In Italia" and the translated lyrics for you.



In Italy there are things no one will tell you there are things that no one will give you
you wereborn and died here

where do u flee? In italy
gun in the car in Italy
machiaveli and foscolo in italy
champions of the world are in italy
welcome to Italy
take a vacation at the sea in italy
better not getting an operation in italy
and don’t go at the hospital in italy
la bella vita in italy
big nights and galas in italy
you make business with the mafia in Italy
your neighbors who shoots you in Italy

there are things no one will tell you there are things that no one will give you
you were born and died here you were born and died here you are born in the country of half truths
there are things no one will tell you there are things that no one will give you
you were born and died here you were born and died here you were born in the country of half truths

where do u flee? in Italy
the real mafia men are in italy
the most dangerous are in italy
girls in the street in Italy
you eat home made pasta in italy
then you get thief at home in Italy
you don’t find a job in Italy
but you kiss the cross in Italy
the monuments in Italy
churches with paintings in Italy
people with emotions in Italy
the country side and kidnappings in italy

there are things no one will tell you there are things that no one will give you
you were born and died here you were born and died here you were born in the country of half truths
there are things no one will tell you there are things that no one will give you
you were born and died here you were born and died here you were born in the country of half truths

where do you flee? In italy
courted girles in Italy
photographed women in Italy
blackmailed models in Italy
learn the art in italy
people who reads the cards in italy
assassins never descovered in Italy
lost faces and sure votes in italy

there are things no one will tell you there are things that no one will give you
you were born and died here you were born and died here you were born in the country of half truths
there are things no one will tell you there are things that no one will give you
you were born and died here you were born and died here you were born in the country of half truths

..where do u flee?
..where do u flee?

Crazy dreams

I am known to make real strange dreams and to remember them in details, the best part is that i love to tell them to people.

This is exactly what happened with the "protagonist" of one of the last dreams i've made, Clementine Ford (CHECK HER in the last season of the L word).

To be clear from the beginning, i don't know her and i probably never will but i exchanged a pair of emails with her and i read her blog regularly so i probably had her in my mind at that time.

I was at her house, in her living room to be precise. The furniture was all red and white, probably leather, a big living room with columns. I was checking everything like it was a museum and i was carrying around Clementine on my back!
When i realized she was on my back ...her mother comes out from a "bar" corner with some men and she was pregnant! She started screaming at her daugheter and at that point we are catapulted (not literally) in a car.

Clementine and I are sitting on the back seat while on the front seat there are some figures, i know there were 2 guys and a girl that i think was Megan Toohey. All 3 were facing us.
Clementine had a laptop on her lap and she was watching some videos of her when she was younger, she was on stage and she had to be crowned. And who else is most appopriate if not her DOG to crown her?!?! So her chihuahua stands on his back feet, takes the crown in his anterior feet, polishes the crown and puts it on Clem's head!--->i know is sick!

Then the other 3 want to go to eat so Clementine turns at me and says "What did you have for lunch?" i say "Pasta" then she goes "You should eat a toast then" and i answer "well a salad would be better".

My dream ends with us going to MacDonald's.

Don't take me for a disturbed, crazy fan...it was just a dream! And you? Do you remember dreams? Are they as strange as mines?

Paris Hilton vs Littizzetto..... two sex symbols

There is no need to introduce the well known Paris Hilton. Now i don't wanna talk specifically about her, decide if she is bad or not (even if there is no need to decide if she is ugly, she sure is).


The telephone company 3 some years ago had some commercials starring Paris Hilton in which she would move her ass around and say "Meglio cambiare no?" which means "Better change, no?"

After a little while the company understood that 80% of the population in Italy hates her and doesn't identify with her image and her lifestyle so they changed "star". And they choose Luciana Littizzetto, a popular comedian...see for yourself and decide which one is better.

I know what is my choice already!

Barceloooona...it was the first time that we met!

Finally yesterday i got to see Sonia's photos and videos of our trip to Barcelona, it was an experience!

The vacation itself was ok, four High School friends finally got to take that trip they were planning since the very beginning of school.

I decided not to tell everything that happened, only the bad or simil-bad stuff.

First off i forgot my jacket on the plane so we spent fifteen minutes waiting in anxiety to see if they could get it back and save me from freezing my ass...(i got it back, yay!)

The second day we take the one day ticket for the turistic bus which has an open top in which you can seat and admire the city. The weather doesn't help. Is cloudy...not good. We take the chance anyway (Martina had already taken the tickets for that day at 20E so there is no way we can skip it). In the afternoon we visit the Parc Guell and soon after we go take the bus to go visit the other half of the town, oh but look--->dark clouds! Oh but don't worry, we'll seat inside...no place inside, they send us on the top...after 2 seconds it starts raining...classic.
But is not the rain the disturbing part, the most annoying is that the driver go as fast as he couldn't wait to get home and take a shit!

Thank gosh i have my jacket!

That night Martina had a fever, to be expected.

Being the only one a part Martina to have been to Barcelona before i had to lead the group to our walking day tour and i am really not a walker (not even from texas nor a ranger!) ahah. Ok is not funny!
Well we walk all day and my feet were screaming for the smell, oh no no, the hurt.

When we finally find a restaurant to eat and rest our asses in we got almost kicked out of it at midnight...what the f...! wasn't this town supposed to be always awake, movida night and day?!?!

The Rambla is dwelled by bums, sluts under cover and their old customers..lets go home!

The last day is too complicated to explain, just know that the owner of the apartment thought we were fraudsters, i almost peed myself for all the sangria i had drunk and the flight back home was late and bumpy.

But we can finally say that we took our trip all together and it sure was an experience!

Now for all the world to see a mix of my "best" expressions taken by Sonia who is always right in time to catch me do something strange.

Deliver us from evil

As a good italian i should go to church, believe in God and a lot of other things...happens that i am not that good!

Usually italians are catholics or mostly they fake being catholic just because they feel the pressure of the Vatican on their back.

Personally i don't give a damn about it and i would make more than one point but we all know that talking about religion and politics is the best way to get sued!

All i want you to do is to watch this video and then maybe take the time to watch the whole documentary.

Why to smoke

I started to smoke various times in my life.

I never actually was addicted to cigarettes, i still am not addicted to them, i could stop any minute and i wouldn't care.

Why i smoke then? Is not just for fashion. Sure when i was 14 it was mostly for that sense of maturity you get while letting the smoke out of your mouth but then you change, or at least you should...Paris please pay attention, this is an important lesson!

Anyway i shouldn't be that bold to teach anyone a lesson because here is the real reason why i smoke...not to eat!

A lot of people take weight because they stop smoking, i start smoking to lose weight...isn't that hilarious!

But look, i am not done yet with the gayesness, no wait, oh gaiety (i had to look it up), in Spain i bought some special cigars that taste like toffee. I told to myself "If i smoke something that tastes like sweets i will not eat sweets and will lose weight (while getting cancer)".

But then again, who said i like the taste of a chimney in my mouth???

So what would you do in my shoes? I know what i would do...i'll eat a sweet!

Sometimes i find myself pretty histerical!

I like to move it move it

It is known that italians move a lot their hands while talking. Don't laugh now...is not funny!

As a french-italian person i can say that i prefer moving my hands instead of talking with my mouth like a chicken's ass but still.

I don't move my hands that much while talking but i can see how a lot of people do it, not just italians.

For example look at Kate Moennig from "The L Word" she moves her hands a lot and no one thinks is funny cause she is "cool".

But if you take an italian in the States with little knowledge of english and a lot of things to say you will find it very entertaining, won't you? You racists!!

Being a foreing languages student our english teacher told us that at first when she arrived in Italy she found us very impolite because: 1 we don't respect turns while in a discussion 2 we talk on other's people voices raising our tone to make a point 3 we move our hands much 4 we speak loud and that scares people, especially northern ones 5 we touch the person we are talking to (not sexually, you pervert!)to better express what we want to say.

This is mostly true and makes me laugh because we don't realize it but is not just typical of italians...come on you people, come out of the closet and tell me what are the strange things you do while talking to someone! What do you do when you are at the phone on the street?

I want to know, it could be a research for my thesis!

Nationalism on food

So i wanted to start in a nice and formal way but i can't seem to find the right translation in english for the PROTAGONIST of this blog : "the rucola".

Now i don't know if all of you folks know what it is so i am gonna describe it for you. Is a kind of salad, its shape is peculiar; is long and of a very dark shade of green and lets say it has little "arms" coming out in both ways.

Reading this description the only thing that comes to my mind is a millepede but still, this is why they invented pictures!!

So now that you all know what it looks like i can go on with my rumbling.

You should know that this kind of salad has a very strong taste and not everyone likes it but most of us ITALIANS have an inclination to put it everywhere we can think of.

For example in my family if we don't have rucola in the fridge we go mad, my dad comes home and says "lets eat pizza tonight" and my mom looks at him with sad eyes and says "well as you wish but we don't have rucola" like if it was essential to that meal to be eaten.

Meat or fish carpaccio HAS and i underline HAS to be eaten with rucola or there is no reason to eat it.

Then we have mixed salad with rucola, pasta with rucola, pesto of rucola and of course pizza with rucola.

I have a theory. I know why all this madness happens.

I am aware that italians are nationalists and i am aware that basilic can't be eaten as easily as a salad so why surrender to a meal without the colours of our flag? Why surrender? Never surrender! Use rucola!

If you go back and think at a salad you see the colours, if you go back and think at a plate of pasta with tomatoes and rucola you see the coulours and so on.

So here's revealed the first typical feature of italians...also food is a way to say "I am italian, you a..hole!"