How High Should A Tie Be

lil_eveline @ 2010-11-11T16: 46:00

And so, I'm here too. Yet another blog on the Internet, which does not pretend to be particularly brilliant, original or interesting. The only purpose is to vent, because in one way or another, everybody needs it. I live in a place that I could call in many ways, but I prefer to be vulgar and start immediately clear what I think of my city is a shit! When it comes
Naples is always in danger of falling into the rhetoric or indulge in criticisms "easy". On the other hand, in a single week of life can accumulate reasons to complain for a week. However, shoot the red cross is all too easy, so I will not complain about the Camorra, or rubbish, or living common places of sea, sun and pizza. Simply, telling the daily struggle for survival of a normal person, municipality, some 'anonymous.
But first introduce myself: My name is Paola, I spent my 25 years of extricating himself from the paranoia of my father and my mother's depression, trying as much as possible to avoid the bullets that the Camorra and the fool who live in my building sometimes exchanged. I learned to "get me on my own and do not place too much confidence," the basic rule to live in a place so welcoming to deserve the nickname of the Bronx. And now I hear in my mind, my father's voice, which reminds me that in this city are all friends, welcoming, kind and friendly with others. I also want to believe him, but for now I have no evidence. Grant him the benefit of the doubt, as we grant to all those who, in passing, will want to support the same thesis. I, for the moment, I experience very different.
The title of the blog I copied from a post on Sweden, where the owner told of how irritating the fact that the Swedes would demonstrate to outsiders' who could be the perfect world, if only it were as Sweden ". Well, lady mad and tired of living in a country "where everything works, but the people are cold and the pasta sucks", I invite you to experience the hospitality officially Neapolitan. I'll pay the outward journey and, if you survive, yet to return.