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flying hands7/8/2006 Blog closeHi everyone,
This will be the last post on flyinghands.spaces.live.com
But as we say for the Pope: "When one died another will come" so...
here u can find me here:
See U there guys!
Heydå 3/8/2006 just so u knowit is not going to be what i post yestarday.. but...it´s going to happen something different and hopefully even nicer.
in few days u will see !
i got, :), i good idea to start and keap going writing....
come on, did I make u expecting something now?
See u soon then!
hejdå 2/8/2006 Maybe it came the time to start writing somethingHej everybody...
I was actually thinking i´m going to start writing again, or actually to start writing something ...so fare i haven´t done it much.
the fastest question that could come to your mind is why instead saying it don´t I just start ?? Maybe is beacause I need to push myself a bit..
yeah..it is ridiculous ...but things sometimes ave to be that way.
Said so
hejdå 17/7/2005 Two different faces of SwedenI remember when I discovered to go in Sweden, Umeà Universitet. When you know that you are going north, the first though is the clime. At the time, I was a combination of fear and enthusiasm. I live in the north, caring the rigid temperature, I will dress heavy clods and maybe I will feel anyway cold. Cool, I will walk in the street, as a tunnel in the snow, people will use special technology to go out of the door, because it will be too much snow and ice…so.. I was the different between knowledge and ignorance. It could be sad to always be right without have seen anything, it could be really boring! Anyway, I was imagine the Swedish environment as a big tray of ice and snow, with frizzed people walking around with intergalactic dresses. I didn’t even thought that there it was a summer, a spring, and an Autumn…just The Winter. I always preferred the cold instead of the hot……..now…….I will never say anything. In this days I’m trying to study, and it’s sure that 35 degrees don’t help! With minus 35, you just have to stay home, or be fast changing your location. But is not that the topic of today, I don’t mind the really cold or the really hot, instead I was thinking of my stupidity thinking of a monotype clime. I find a nice autumn and a wonderful spring, even more understood, because you obviously get tired of the winter, and so it seems even better. Almost nothing of what I thought was true. I find a great summer, never too hot, never the same. I discover the beauty of Sweden during the summer, when finally get bright and sunny, and you don’t understand why a place so amazing have to be cover by the shadow of the heart for almost six month. Trees and lakes … Trees and lakes … Trees and lakes … And is not boring, it can’t be. I don’t know why you don’t get bored, but is always a different prospective or a different light, or a different weather. I’m not saying that is the most beautiful place of the world, and don’t know if that anyplace can be. Of course I mist the mountains, my loved Alps, but I never get bored of the trees and the lakes and that’s what I mean.
One day I was cycling…going to the MAXI ( supermarket). The street pass quite through a wood, ( I’m sure I can’t call that place a wood, but the Swedish friends will accept it). I eyes where called by a colored object, and don’t remember what, between the trees, and I sadly realize that I had never watch it before. It was just a little stupid wood, closed to the cycling track, and maybe, also a bit dirty….But I been paralyzed by his beauty. It remind me Mario Rigoni Stern, an Italian writer that have been in the second world war, and narrate his war story with great feelings, the image in my head, it was of “Il sergente sulla neve”, the captain on the snow. I read these stories some years ago. I always find hard to imagine the narrative place, snow in the Russian woods during the Russian winter, and so on…
I felt a bit stupid…be in a place but don’t look at that.. It’s very usual but still, I often try to do not do it, sometimes as now you know, I fail.
It’s difficult to put your attention in the place where you are walking in??? Who answer no, it’s perhaps who do it most.
Snow and sun is a great combination
Fly with your open eyes!! Heydà 14/7/2005 Life is beautifulHej, in a while you will get use of some of my Swenglish expression. Don’t worry, just few word, is not that big my knowledge anyway. The Erasmus, actually I should say international but this is another story, community is a special group of people. Special means in this sense different from everything else, even different from another Erasmus one. The reason for that have to be research in the modality of his summit because if a group of people that for same reason, often special themselves, have decide to move abroad for a circumscribed time. And more, they all decide, in same way, the same place. With that I want to say that every group is different but, as the loved sociology teach there are same communalities. In same way I already said them: - Same place - Same time ( in common ) - Some purposes ( not the same but some ) Place and purposes, nobody though about time, together with, where you came from , what are you studying, and the best one when are you going back home, are the questions of life. Otherwise called easy talk. When the community is composed, it was my case, of around 300 people or more, thinking that you usually talk when you are partying, and so pretty or very drunk, and you don’t remember the answers, this question comes to be really used. Basically after 1 or 2 month people get bored and stop to do it because tired of the every people question. And so it happen to me, and more then ones, that after month of friendship with a guy/girl you know a lot of his/her life and you don’t remember some of this “cheap” answers. The most interesting thing about all of this is, for me at least, is the last group of the general similarities: purposes. And there that start the fantasy and the inventions…Tons of different point of views everybody with theirs. For me was, mainly, to try to live abroad, easy to say but important; to learn English, easy to say but difficult for me You will say, naaa you went there for the Swedish girls!!! Eventually, maybe I was stupid, but when I signed up the form, choosing Sweden, I haven’t though about that….I mean, I though it after!!! Everybody know that the Erasmus year is a kind of free-space place to live, and even if I didn’t take it as a initial purpose and I didn’t though about it, I knew that as everyone else. Take off the plane ..fly time.. I’m in Sweden (I will give a space for that another time) If the Swedish girl are so famous have to be a reason! Nothing to say I’m in the country of my dreams: all beautiful, blond, and tall. But…the first time of the new life goes trough and…and… no way… Nice and beautiful but always something wrong.. I mean I like them…but not. To different perhaps, different way show their femininity? Who knows!? What I know is that after more or less a mouth, university or partying I still haven’t find one that steal, if not my heart at least my passion. ( I swear, I’m not gay! ) I was starting to think that there was something wrong with me.. But you know, when you don’t think of something, something happen. One day the mentor group activities start ( group of Swedish guys that try to make, especially in the beginning more easy the impact with the new situation organizing activities).. everything new is a chance of development. I went to the house of my new mentors… And she appeared. Read hair and tall, out on the balcony, I was already inside feeling naked without shoes, smoking a cigarette as an angel, dressing a sort of light sweater in a icy time. I start to like her fast, weird for me. All the group was there, us, maybe 20 exchange students, and them, 4 or 5 mentor. The house with of three of them, and one was her. Soon my attention went on her, even more every look. After the logistic time of explanation and the common taking, free conversation time, with some Swedish sweets. Talk and eat, and drink, I brought some Martini and orange juice, and why not, let’s smoke a cigarette. I went out and was cold, no wait, quickly went hot, she was there. Frida her name’s ….Frida….we start to talk I really like her. I did. But I’m not going to tell you guys all the story … After some weeks, after a long flirt, we met!! This is the beginning of the best and most important part of my year, the most beautiful dream of my life. Dream and in the same time life companion of my present and future.
Open the belt of your sit, here you can fly with the love.
Heydà 13/7/2005 Squeal by bike on snowHere I am, in my room of my apartment, my city, my country.
But it haven't been always like that.
I'm still thinking about my second room of my corridor, and my third in another one, my second city, and my second country. And it wasn't too much time ago that I was waking up alone in a no where place thinking that it was gonna be my future house, space of my life and of my dreams, it wasn't, but eventually it is, if I find myself now, in the future of that future. Those are just memories and feelings in my head. Sometimes is even hard to realize the reality of that world.
I'm not a digital person, not someone that chronologial memory and coherent thought.
I will write stories of my year in Sweden, in Umea, with my head sequency, as it will come.
More or less febbrary, Francesco call me and said seriously: I'm coming!
This is the start of an amazing and definitly full week.
One week together in my new home town with my best friend, I was already glad!
Is nice to see a known face when you are so far from your home, is even more nice to see in that face, espression of a lost kid in an unusual place, he don't even understand really where is yet. Is the same for everybody, just that you understand that feeling after when you know stuff, place, when you have been doing something in most of the corner of the campus, steped on the snow, see the sky split snow through the sun at minus 20 degrees (doesn't make any sence, and people in Turin still think that is able to snow only around 0 :) And is not that easy, is not like spend a week in Barcellona, that after you know everything about the Ramblas or the Sagrada Famiglia, is different. It's more like to came back in your high school after some years with the difference that in the school more or less you go in only for one reason in a city you do everything you do.
Days to enjoy, to spend time together, talking or watching my room, my space, to show and introduce my other friends, nothing in comon except me, before that days, both he and them really important and fondamental for me, and hopefully for them I was the same. Days of drinking, like always, but differently, showing him what does it mean to drink at the Scandinavian way ( I did that more that week that paraphs all the year together. Italian with/for the swedish and the international...swedish with the italian, stupid but normal, what I have to say.
Maybe the first day, we took the bus and went in Mariehem, where I had the first semester room, there we find the bike of a left friend, waiting to be sold. And down from the hill, down to the university with the new, ?, bike me and him, one bike...maybe 40 or 50 k/h, a big mass, similar of an ogre on a ike with his little child on is back. Of course, never saw a police car in Umea that day was there..watching everything. I mean, who cares, but imagine if they stoped us, I mean if was possible I don't know..
Guys why are you doing this danger and stupid things?
..hi, we are sorry...we didn't know...you know, we are italian..
AH AH AH AH ITALIANS?!?..they would start to laugh
But that everybody in the world joke us is another story.
Anyway nothing of that happen and so arrived home we finally had two wonderfull bike, but not two normal bike, you forget the feet back wheel break!! The best invention ever!!!
So, you have this bike and you add a bit of snow ( at least 20 centimeter) and you have the best game of the winter! Try to fell as hard as you can trying to squeal on the snow with the bike. It remeber me the effect of the hand break in the car..so I started to call it like that.
So many times down in the snow, and eventually is even danger but anyway so funny to understand it. Is really easy with those logistic help, feet break and enogh snow! Try to fly! (I really mean it)
Now we add the last part: we when to buy beers, systembulaget, the only place in Sweden where you can buy alchool with more than 3,5 degrees. By bike 20 minutes from my room, usually it takes not more the 10 minutes, but there were new soft snow, beautifull enviroment, really hard to cycle! we bought our 12 liter of beer, one for each kind, and we had to came againg to finish the collection, just fot that reason.
Systema ( as is call for the young swedish) and a ride long the river of ice, no liquid water in the winter...( note: The swedish winter doesn't have to be like the italian one, is not 3-4 month, is much much longer!!)
During this nice visit of the city, playing with the byke and talking we decide, why????, to stop and sit for a while on a bench.
-2 friend-by bike-in sweden-during the winter-stop and sit- on a bench- : idiotes- ( read it as a circle)
Anyway we were dirsty and freezing, and we had only the tons of beers just bought... we decided to open one for each...at least we were sure was enough cold!!
But....life isn't borig...was a great idea, the beer was like a warm tea, I mean was beer, but we were so cold that it was confortable as a hot tea in a cold day. Unbeliveble!!!!
We went home. Those experience, go to buy a beer?!?, is sometimes what let you understand place even more than undred of museums or books, this is the normal life in a different place!
Outside temperatur ( - 22 ) welcome to Sweden thanks to have choose flying hands.
Hejdà
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