I’ve now completely transformed my blog into a web 2.0 style by inserting “categories” along with “tags” making all my posts and content semantically linked and easily retrievable. The travel section and photogalleries are now totally functioning, added the missing trips of Peru, South Korea and few others. Minor bug fixes and the possibility of comfortably receive my RSS feeds directly at your email.
It’s the christmas night and im at my relative’s countryside house, sitting alone at the head of a long table, wearing 2 sweaters and working on my laptop. Yes, seriously working for cash and not for any abstract reward this time, at least in the short term. Outside in the garden is foggy, cold and malencholic. Is it not funny? Just a couple of years ago I imagined myself ending up in a hot place far away from here, with hot chicks, hot pots and talking about hot topics…
Accepting the idea of temporarily re-settling in the very first place that I thought I was going to leave for good, isnt easy at all, but it comes with some benefits as well. I have my own car and im free to drive to any place at any time across the whole european union which is giving me freedom of action. I have splendid networking that gives me protection and injects freedom of choice, I got a place where I can decide who gets in and who gets out, where I can finally play the role of the host and not the guest. A stable lan that allows me to download tons of international movies, stream any live show and talk freely and clearly to any friend around the world without bearing with tedious loading times.
However, I am embracing a solution of truce just because I was way too fed up with 3rd world settings; tired of seeing disorganization, scarce hygiene, uncontrolled birth rate, dirty, dusty and polluted cities but on top of all unlimited ignorance. Threatens to your propriety, your bank account and your person whoes life-value is worth less than a quarter compared to a civilized country.
Thinking about few months ago, while landing at Milan airport, I felt surprisingly happy to be back…for the first time ever.
Another year has passed, another christmas is coming and for those who still believe in this frivolous festivity here is a nice video to help you unload your brain’s buffer! I’ll spare you the christmas poem this time, instead send me your own comments about the biggest bullshit in human history.
I’m writing this from my intangible bubble in my melancholic bedroom, the room where I grew up, where I camped for the last 30 years of my life. Nothing revolutionary happend from the inside; the parquet has worn out, the furniture were from time to time patched and the walls re-painted. I imagined placing and hidden camera and shooting a film with a time-lapse of 30 years, later on observing the staticity of some objects and the fast pace of some others. What’s interesting is the depth of how everything is so related to time and how some stuff has exponential advancements while other is firmly fixed. I was expecting something different after 30 years, I thought we would have been using our voices to turn on the lights… but our switches are still the same. Anyway I’ve assisted to the technological evolution of seeing my desktop computer monitor reducing from 0.5 meters thick to a 0.5 centimeters. I’ve got hundred pictures on one side of the wall, mainly pictures of people I met around the world, which are constantly giving me the feeling that there is a huge part of myself that didn’t let go of them… or better, it’s probably still living with them: every photo contains a lucid dream, shining of its own unique light, I often smile at them and I wonder if I’ll ever see them again.
I need a long rest, I feel extremely tired… seven years of both phisical and emotional intense trials have debilitated me quite a bit, counting that I’ve been through the malaria and the h1n1, adapted to strenuous conditions and fought all around the world for my values, self deceived that a single soul can make the difference on this planet.
I finally came back as my family and relatives are getting old, real old, so we are facing major lifestyle changes; indeed some of them will pass away, some others will soon not be able to recognize me anymore… We are about to relocate to a new apartment, a smaller one, more suitable for a reduced census.
I also came back because I had to see a professional cardiologist, since when I was in Taiwan, during a general health check up the doctor found a very early stage of arteriosclerosis. Unfortunately the diagnose was re-confirmed by the italian clinic and although it’s not something that requires any particular therapy or medication at the moment, I was strongly recommended to quit smoking and drinking (nevertheless i just did it socially), engage in a regular aerobic-type physical activity and undergo a cardiovascular check up once or twice every year. After reviewing detailed and extensive blood tests, the specialist narrowed down the main cause of my arteriosclerosis: stress. Consequently he advised to cut down sentimental tension and anxiety to the minimum.
Maybe I’ll be no longer in shape to go back traveling with the same old and rough style; I would better substantially reduce the unhealthy frugality. Does all this mean that I am back for good? Hopefully not, but I sadly realized I could really end up being stuck in here because of some compromising situations and never be able to leave this place again, by all means. I still don’t know how it will be to suddenly undertake another radical change in my soul, being here for long term, seduced by the wisdom of living circumstantial stability but losing the grandeour of the stray spirit, the insatiable errant full of poetry that struggles to fit in the contemporary space.
covered by envelopes containing bills
So listen to this, last wednesday I went to the “Esatri” office of Milan, a place erected by the government that is in charge of collecting (by any possible mean inculding putting your house or car for sale, even there is a 10$ of unpaid fine) the citizen’s debt. Naturally I’ve asked for my updated passive balance, (last time I checked, around the date I’ve shot the second pseudo-documentary “30.000 euro over my head” , in 2006, it was in fact at about 30.000 Euro) and then with great surprise, that morning I went home carrying the wonderful cheering news that the debt has reached around 90.000 Euro!
I felt quite happy for being considered a society’s parassite, having the government to spend time and money on my case, delivering me all that mail, making the wage-slaves accounting for all those numbers, probably even hoping that I will one day pay it all back :) Thanks faggot god, that in this country you couldnt possibly go to jail for debts.
Im now thinking of producing the third video episode of those “debts over my head”… therefore, please put me in touch with someone who’s got a decent cam and some free time.
