Sun, no more snow, except in rare, blackened piles in a corner. The lake is covered by a thin veil of ice, which reflects the rays, but can no longer hide, with its white, dark blue water. The adidas
soon hung dangling from a branch, this is the decision taken after limp throughout Stockholm. They won the award for most uncomfortable shoes of the century. Pure amphibians are better, even if out of season.
After two seasons at JYV I find now that my wardrobe is inappropriate to spring ... Stockholm as Riga, gave me the wonderful feeling of "returning to Europe", in the history of immergemi again. Churches and bridges, squares and ancient buildings. Daffodils in the streets and hordes of tourists
Italians. Finnish tourists seeking out the fun, listen and speak a language very familiar by now, even if only to understand at times ... 
The Swede is an interesting and original mix English-German, with extraneous sounds that English is to German. Learn it, would surely have required less effort than the Finn.
In a medieval tavern meet a single individual. Wrinkles and white beard have turned off the brightness of his eyes, and the desire to dance and sing sober.
Why do not I take a picture? I will remember well, with the wooden background of the tavern, the candlelight, sitting on wooden benches Viking plausible, given that very high and very uncomfortable. Feet dangling and movement of the legs locked. Fluent English, its at the expense of age. If one wonders why the skills of the Finns, in speaking in tongues, the Swedes have an impressive thing. Most are not able to distinguish their speech from a native Anglophone ...
He gives us a strange story, semi-plausible on the canoe with the current Amazon, in the darkness ... the voices of friends who were leaving, and suddenly close again.
He began to sing Va pensiero, with the right words, even if the language did not know her at all. Rekindled memories of miles traveled on French motorways with the camper, where children between the songs popped always operas, sing aloud, and guided by the skillful mastery of her cousin Alice, who with his uncle were the ones who remembered all the words. .. Strange mix of music. "Sur le pont d'Avignon on y danse, on y danse Sur le pont d'Avignon on y danse tout en rond ..." then you never knew how to go and find yourself singing, "nananananaa comm 'ça Et puis encore comm' ça ... "sing-song melody with a deadly boring." Allons enfants de la Patrie, Le jour de gloire est arrival! Lalalalalaa Tyranno, Étendard Sanglante The east levee ... "trained so our French, not dwelling too much on the meaning of words, fortunately.
Then he added, usually the most stupid and naive song" Shoes pim pam of night fan of big stones on the path ... "and just to annoy the ever-present Uncle" Stretch cloth, stretch cloth bobom bobom "with the change of vowels. If you arrive intact in" Stundu punnu, stundu punnu bubum bubum "was only because Uncle Rico was driving and had no hands to strangle me. We slept in three, in the attic, did the wheelbarrow and the wheels in the green pastures of the Loire castles. Hours endurance events to tickle every wall and walked on without stepping on the lines, saltettavamo black tiles on the buildings from the ancient furrowed French aristocracy. We counted the steps of the Eiffel Tower, with precision and medoto. I remember the cold marble arena in Verona, Aida and glittering costumes. The "lice" like the ancient Romans did not want the pillow, I risked my life, with the candles of those in the back row, too close to my hair. But
the Nabucco, who comes to see him with me? In the Middle Age Place (Vicking place, not place for middle age people!) we spoke with an old swedish. White beard, young eyes. Weird story about his past, when he was canoeing in the darkness of the Amazon river, the voices of the friends far away and then suddenly close to him. Once, when he was young police checked his "alcoholic status", because he was singing inside his car. They were disappointed, because he was completely sober. "Now that I’m ol d, every one is really tolerant with me. I can sing on the street, and no one care about it." He sang Italian opera. "Every Italian should know opera... Ghi useppe Verdi was really a great man!" Little mistake of pronunciation ( Giu seppe), but great music knowledge (at leas
t of Italian opera)! To confused or crazy drunk people with sober people is easy. When sober people expecially Express Their Own "freedom." I mean, the freedom to sing, dance or scream When They Want to sing, dance or scream ... Freedom is freedom and craziness ... craziness? Martin Did not Really Like Him, he saw this as weird as a sad, old, drunk person looking for people to speak with. In my opinion he was really wise man.
Maybe misfit, but with so many things to say and tell. And to hear it, it was worth.
Finnish is a language that every day I like best, so varied as to provide three or four different options, Fri ogni Parola. Anche it ammetto che cio disorienta ...
Now (now) I'll try Thurs write something in english in my posts, I grieve for will do a lot of Mistakes. Please, correct me, thank you!
Anyway I have to learn English but now I am studying Finnish!
The english part Is not the translation of the Italian part of the post. It is quite Different ...
The english part Is not the translation of the Italian part of the post. It is quite Different ...
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