I can almost start a collection. I, who throw away the ticket before taking the rest. I, who do not keep anything and I find it hard to keep me close the few essential items that I have. But if I open the wallet and there lay half a dozen tickets for public transport in four different cities, canceled last week, it means that something strange starts turn around. Pavia bus, bus pass and bike-sharing Brescia, Milan Metro (4, two used and two new, unfortunately) and the metro in Paris.
strange facts, which provide a comparison with ourselves not only on the nature of their being, but also on projects / intentions that are believed to have. Who am I? Where am I from? But above all: where am I going? Tough questions, which I put those tickets and do not know what to answer, cowardly thugs. " Commuting (Brescia-turin), despite the attractive term that evokes a perpetual motion described by an equation that even a child understands, is a nasty disease. And if we add a boundary conditions that impose a "state traveling routine" (Milan and Pavia) and a tendency to gypsy wild as soon as possible (Paris), it is in a hurry to fill the pockets of tickets for public transport. The fact is that I leave the roots in Turin, and I'm happy, but I feel that you are drying. And then I try to put the wings as soon as possible (ie very infrequently compared to the current will) with low cost flights. To escape from everyday life and find myself. Or to get away from myself and find a reality that I miss in everyday life. Complicated, there is time to understand and years to solve, and your, time, speed up the pace and I slipped from his hands. Nell'obliteratrice Stations in cash machine when you enter 5:55 cheporcaputtanadafebbraiosono6.25 euros or in the bathroom of the station when vaffanculohopersolacoincidenzaneapprofittoperandarealcesso. slips and goes away. These are the facts. This is the "evil" I carry him over the years. I know that I can not be stopped anywhere. At least, not now, not here.
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