Monday, November 15, 2010

The Symptoms Of The Black Death

Californication

How can the nine and a half of a sunny and unusually warm Saturday morning in Zurich supermarket has already been a crossroads for people ? I have no answer. Instead, I have another question, and it's yours: how is it that at nine and a half of a sunny and unusually Zurich mild Saturday morning you are in a supermarket shopping? Well, the answer I have. Jet lag . Allow me a bit 'of your attention and I explain how things went.

all starts October 30, when the window of Zurich becomes smaller and smaller until it becomes a scaled map. I am sure that is the bottom dot in Zukunft. I expect 12 hours of travel. This is the time it takes to travel the thousands of miles that separate me from San Francisco . As you can see, unless your pumpkin has not landed on the anvil of two hundred pounds, instantly turns into a stupid version of a euscherichia coli, are to the United States. Those of America. My first time in the land of the Pilgrim Fathers. Say I'm excited not get the idea. I wait a week in California for what it seems, question employees, and a holiday in that city which, for better or worse, I already know everything, being grew up with Woody Allen . But first things first.

Warning, this post can seriously harm your mental health.

For my parents, if they ever had to unfortunately come across this paper: everything you write is devoid of any foundation. There is a nano anti-Semite who under the threat of a vision Forcing a full year of men and women forced me to write nonsense against my will. Amen.

Welcome

On the way to San Jose. Me and my colleague D. At Hertz, having started with "We love football!" Commenting on all the flags on display with the words "Go Giants", a baseball team known , we trimmed a drunk browser that works on a deferred basis. The same with Christopher Columbus. We arrive at the hotel around seven in the evening, after having circumnavigated the Indies. Let your luggage in the room, go to dinner and we decided to avoid waking up in the middle of the journey of our life with staring eyes, fixed on the ceiling, to the evening. So ended a very long coffee, we sneak in the room next to experience a true celebration of American Halloween. Unfortunately we have no form, but seem to be two zombies so the problem does not arise. While sipping my hard coke and rum, Cat Woman and Britney Spears porno sit down on the sofa in front of me. Cat woman, with a couple of bumps that do not go unnoticed, decides that I am the man of her life and trying the first approach with a simple and still valid, "Hello." I drugged by travel and time zone, try a hint to greet the head and not say a word. I've seen pictures of benjamin ficus do best. Cat woman decides that they are no longer the man of her life and goes to purr in Batman. D looks at me astonished and even Robin. I understand the bitter disappointment and realize that if I want to win narcolepsy and have a minimum of interaction I need something stronger: a sniff of socks and a vodka red bull . So, a few drinks later, we moved in dandy bar, pulls a meeting later in the area, boring businessmen in suits and girls in heels 15 are polished. With us, two babes we dragged behind. The pupa dominant hormonal hit by storms, I suggests that would be interested to see my collection of Jesuits Euclidean . Hit by a sudden attack of Berkeley, hesitation and lose confidence in the existence of matter. She, seguage the school of Dr. Samuel Johnson, approaches me and whispers " only sex, but ", thus refuting my ideal universe.

In short, I had to sacrifice . The integration requires the acceptance of local traditions and customs and I like to integrate. The next day, mostly disintegrated, I was walking up and down the streets of San Francisco. Destroyed. The strategy to overcome the jet lag has been a failure, but at least my yawns have taken on a meaning totally unexpected . Well, I would say that is enough for today. The next post will be dedicated to all my two-week trip. It's three o'clock in the morning. I'll try to go to sleep. You probably will not succeed. And my yawning, tomorrow will be the usual yawn of a monotonous Monday as many others. I wish you a good week and a person that I want a full recovery very well, hoping that will soon be able to go home and see the postcard, this time I remembered to send. Hello.


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