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Pieces: Chapter V (Household , Dublin, marianz against the bouncer)

[5] - 16/9/2008, from a personal email

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My August was, on balance, pretty boring. Apart from the brackets of some lonely day in Dublin, I worked at the museum, and made some out from time to time. In mid-August my roommates (who were already successors to the original occupants) are matches and I had to find new roommates. I very labored, but eventually I found two, except that I definitely missed the shot, and now they are unhappy with having choices. Two drunken youths who live at night and very little during the day, falling early in the morning making a lot of revelry, leading people to stay at home, and have a disorderly sexual life with men and women. Even in my house, and even when I try to sleep. Now seems to have subsided, but the slightest thing wrong I guess Sbrocco and kicked ass.
The problem perhaps is that I'm getting old, and I more and more sour. Not that I ever was a philanthropist. But perhaps this solitude too long, and this uncertainty in my life, they begin to weigh. Here I do not know what I'm doing exactly. I continue to sew the museum, and in his free time sleeping, or I lose it on the internet. I'd like to activate a bit ', to do something, to react, but I can not. And then I wonder if I'm here because I like it, or because I was running away from something, and I think the most likely truth is that both things are true.

I bought and I did bring a lot of books, but we'll see if I can read them. Without lead, because I had the pleasure of hosting a few days my mother and my brother. I made them walk a lot, and I've also brought in Indian food. If you come in November, will also lead you to eat Indian in my neighborhood is a kind of obligation, there are only shops and Indian restaurants (actually, Sri Lankans, but oh well ...). Spending a few days with my mother and me faretllo relaxed but the two days immediately after I have gone crazy with my coiquiline half, but maintaining an Olympian calm calm calm I made a speech where he revealed my intention to throw them out. We said that a second chance should be given to all and now we'll see how things go in the second half of this month.

Sometimes I cook to relax. Almost the first dishes only reality. Tagliatelle alla Bolognese, baked rice pudding with sausage gravy and peas, penne with salmon, pasta and lentil curry pasta with cabbage and baked (not fine, however, came in second on the right of the reality ...); with tomato provolone (provolone course scope my mom). [...]

In Dublin, however, I spent a lot of money in Guinness. At a certain time left to do is to do is go around the pubs, because there are hundreds. But very much alive, lots of live music, and even if they are enough attractions, the indigenous presence is always there, and it is warm. There were a couple of nights when I just made the idiot with strangers and unknown in the pub. There were, however, also times when I attacked what of sadness that after a while 'beer starts to get into fights with enthusiasm, and sometimes wins. In general, however, I would say, that was nice. Among
[...] some day I will still take a 3-4 days of vacation time I go to Bratislava. I go there with a friend, and we are a friend of his, and the program is rather to celebrate ... I do not know if maybe escapes even a trip to Vienna, which is an hour's train ... but this time I will not predict anything.

Paris starts to fall. The evening is the earliest, and the clothes are getting longer and weigh down. It also has its own charm in reality, and so I had not seen it yet. It 's the first time in four years that I see in September, at the gates of autumn. Who knows how it will be in October. Not that it much more time to walk, I move to work in the morning I sleep much the night I'm up late. I even stopped writing for a long time. Every time I tell myself that I have to start over, but then I do not. It took me time to even write to you.
I have in mind a scheme of the novel done only by email, epistolary novel type of new generation. Would be divided into two parts, one called Sent Items, and other mail received. The protagonist is a guy that you do not know anything, disappeared, and which shows the registration of the e-mail to understand something more.

Then there are the evenings. I am very exited with a friend of mine Tuscany, in August, and now he has gone on vacation for a month (the best scenes with him that the two of us sing Captain stretched out loud in the deserted Parisian night), but returned instead to another friend of mine was two months in Italy (the same one that I will go to Slovakia), and now I go out a lot with him. A few nights ago I had a fight in a bar with a bouncer, and despite the very tense atmosphere, come to think after a scene was not without a comically grotesque blatantly wrong that I have a beer on me in this great big man to me twice, visibly angry, and after that wants to kill me. Two days later I wanted to enter the bar in front, always for this story, and there was the first bar bouncer who knows how I had seen standing in the dark move (who knows what will lead me to dream) and indicated by waving not let me. After a quarter of an hour and a council of the two bar bouncer (against me) and the owner of the second bar, with my friends (who were already inside) came out to see what was happening and to calm myself, I finally have ushered.