Some sing and Sang Som Swiss
Saturday evening.
dinner at the home of L & L L . As a starter, we witness the launch of the turbo
ship by the Contessa Serbelloni Mazzanti Viendalmare
- for those who do not remember, tragicomic climax of The second tragic Fantozzi - that the crime of assault second degree in the subjunctive ("Capovaro, I ? "Vadi, Contessa!"), stomach cramps and copious tears. After, we sit at the table. To my right, L to L & L, master of ceremonies for the evening, in front of me, The L & L, the man created in the image and likeness of
Zukunft. The menu features al dente pasta topped with tomatoes and mozzarella. Delicious. Divine. FA-VO-LO-SA, but I say this only when I wear high heels. Dominated by greed,
invoke a aloud again and sink our mouth
carbohydrate in Italian. With the swollen belly to denote importance, then we are going to address the main dish of the evening: the Sang Som
. Just to say the name you risk side effects: sweating incipient memory loss, euphoria. The first shot of that rum Thai
incinerates the stomach. The second causes a
withdrawal symptoms. The third is granted only to the brave, the heroes and
sentenced to death. We, rightly, sneak gullet in the fourth, while his nose and ears ringing us as locomotives of the nineteenth century. I would say that we are ready to exit. And that's what we do. Once at the tram stop, L of L & L seized by mystic visions, makes a shot from
sprinter and he was given directly to the gold medal sport for the enterprise, while the other L & L and L myself trudging behind him. Meanwhile, the Swiss
you check your wallet. The chatter becomes annoying chatter, the tones go up. On arrival, The L & L is located in front of a giant that Sang Som
invests Knight of the Order of Koh Samui : Well, down by bungee jumping from the tram and taking another step by sprinter Usain Bolt and is desperate for the failure, the other L L & L and myself trudging behind him and the Swiss
you check your wallet and also the ' clock. Partly satisfied with mediocre performance, L L & L, not L L & L, in the process of approaching traffic lights, shoot like a projectile ejected from the barrel of a gun, a hundred yards of sweat accompanied by screams warrior
that both recall the dreadful howler monkeys. This time, L L & L trailing well behind him, including myself, while the Swiss are checked his wallet, watch, keys home, the machine and girlfriends. Two girls, thinking about a terrorist attack, jump in the air then fall into a panic.
Sang Som! reach friends and friends for a drink, then when hardly recognize left from right, we all headed toward the Jade,
typical disco pussy Zurich where women can only enter accompanied by model pant skirt and heels while the men 15 only if they have a purse full of stress and weekly
incarogniti with life. The common denominator is the single neuronal microcephaly. At our entrance, the crowd greeted with indifference referred, is the departure of FP, a good friend of L & L - both - to Damascus.
rogue Middle East. Going with difficulty amid all'assembramento of people - the room looks like one of those stuffed turkeys to perfection and seem always about to explode - we come to the table of FP, a minefield
bottles of vodka. Kisses, hugs, cheers and Sang Som Sang Som! My attention, however, is drawn from the next table, surrounded by girls sculettanti and squawking from the hibernating brain. Less than thirty degrees. I guess. Impressed by their sparkling
synapses, retrieval language, in the meantime had unrolled a red carpet, swelled up like a peacock, backed by L & L L I I forward.
Sang Som! Again, kisses, hugs, cheers and Sang Som The idyll, however, it lasts just long enough to realize that we are dealing with a group of hard pussy Zurich and also the designation of origin which are characterized mainly
strong territoriality and endogenous relations. What I wrote?! In fact, a couple of them, the spokesmen of this system tetragon renovating external pressures, there are shoo
with the hand, pushing beyond the
rope stretched between two poles that delimits the area of \u200b\u200btheir table, justifying the all with a "We booked". How can we not understand them, however, are done so. Sometimes you go around the city and see these clouds of
Princess and the Pea biological - no GMOs, please - that they go for a stroll with this string always behind, ready to district area.
Their problem is the word 'book' , which helps them Swiss primordial instincts, feelings associated with safety box, phobias of persecution by cocoa. For example, book a visit to the dentist. Be ', they sit in the chair of torture, but the doctor can not get close: they have booked and immediately stretched the rope to reinforce the concept. Book a table at a restaurant, but then go you explain how the waiters pour wine from two meters away. In the season of flirtations, the inconvenience to the Swiss in amorous courtship is remarkable, so much so that once the object of his desires is lying on the couch with the fucking rope, he does not know which way to turn, even his . A social danger. To round off the evening, witness a live
tragic melodrama starring a friend of ours who, after being kicked out for Jade is not clear why, bursting into tears, which is only stopped by the intervention of Bertolaso \u200b\u200band civil protection. It must be said that generally the average bouncer, closer to an orangutan than a university professor in the scale of evolution, does not stand out for qualities of sensitivity, that Zurich is certainly not an exception, though, while accompanied to the exit, it appeared to me that whispers' ear something like "Two things fill the mind with admiration and reverence ever new and increasing, as often and as long as we reflect them: the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me", but not I have the certainty, not the noumenal. To revive the spirit, sunk in gloom of the Grisons,
going to do two jumps in Zukunft , just not to lose good habits and throw the stomach over the obstacle. You know how it ends without you're telling him, partly because I do not remember at all.
Well, it's time to say goodbye. Temporarily. From work, and these posts, which commit most of my weekends for the past couple of years.
It was a time long, arduous, strewn with the usual long series of frustrations, disappointments, hopes, sadness, joy-not a lot - and satisfaction. I still have not solved anything in my life and
the questions I asked myself a few years ago, again, now with more and more insistently . Unfortunately, as always, the answers never come because, if any, are often trivial and boring, and then continue the eternal quest for better
and stay in my spiritual limbo that is nourished by a cosmic pessimism unstoppable. Next Sunday - August 1, 2010 - on the El Al flight to Tel Aviv, finally starting my vacation. All that remains is to greet you, a few patients and readers of my weekly nonsense, and put off the appointment on Monday at the end of August. Ah, I forgot, I just ordered a new
TV model: the Sangsom , promising visions of truly exceptional.
Happy holidays to all and Sang Som!