I Have A Lump In My Groin Area After Heart Cath

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This morning when I wake up, I have found my uncle in the kitchen. My uncles (and my aunts, of course) are all subjects of limited, but it is too late to dwell with the explanation of certain mental perversions. Fortunately I was still sleeping, although my body walk alone in the house, so why have not been able to understand the infamy that told me my uncle. Better yet, I could not answer him. So I have not pissed off early in the morning and I did well the figure of the "superiority" that does not lower its level of acute coglionaggine. I should live life half asleep.
Anyway ... chatting amiably to what had gone bankrupt, selfish and hopeless, when my brother came into the kitchen. Look
uncle.
fateful phrase: "and you when you graduate?". What has responded
I missed my brother, I thought that was dunking the biscuit in my cappuccino and, in general, let alone if I go to the hall of the brain to listen to what my uncle says. Rather than reflect on what had been stupid my brother, knowing of his presence, to enter the kitchen. I mean, I knew that the mica was my uncle! Otherwise, with the cabbage that I got out of bed ...
Suddenly, though, I look up from schiumina cappuccino and I see my uncle with his mouth open and eyes wide open. And then I hear him yell at my innocent brother: "you want to stay in Naples?" .
smile. I know
the sincere answer to this question is yes. I often try to convince my relatives to emigrate to the ends of the world. I make them that even the North Pole ice, melted in the fire, the water we drink is healthier. And polar bears are a better company of our neighbors. And we could also meet Santa Claus. And the life expectancy of a naked man at -70 ° C are always higher than those of an honest person in that of Naples. But no, my brother just can not get it! He, here, is well . Glad he ... However, it is aware that his masochistic streak is incomprehensible to most (it is also incomprehensible to me that I am the sister!), so it was corrected immediately, avoiding a heart attack the poor uncle, "but no, I want to be where I find I can work and live well. " Diplomatic. Too bad for the heart attack, I'm a bit 'Hopefully. I would have been still too dazed to fully enjoy the event, but I'm sure I would have been a great feeling of lightness throughout the day.
remains clear that, for anyone, the idea of want to live in Naples, as a free choice, or is a concept alien and incomprehensible, or is it something to be ashamed to throw in there a conversation between friends and then go back on everything, look down and suffer in silence, because you know inside you that Naples is beautiful, you know is your house, you know that apparterrai forever. But you also know that what you feel bound has already been destroyed, you know your city, your home , nothing remains but a heap of rubble buried under tons of garbage.