I came back from a conference in Apulia, Ostuni to be accurate and like any self-respecting my journey as not tell "the amazing adventures of Irene" .. begin from afar ..
I feel with Dario, he says that he will leave, so we should go together, do the registration but not booked anything for sleep, he can find something between the church and the military, okay, expected departure Wednesday 11 to 19.45 .. Dario spend weeks and not felt, Friday 9 and call it tells me that which has the thought .. Sooo and you tell me to 2 days prior to departure? And just because I call you? (!) BABEEEENE! (When you say friends and look at it) I can find shelter in a farm close to the Congress where there is Elena (mythical colleague) .. but I can not make a transfer are all blocked, the day after he does Peppe ..
.. Wednesday morning at work, afternoon work until 19 .. (Friends and watched) 19.30, I do not know how, we are at the bus station a little late and I drain 'voltage .. the bus finally arrives and departs, the first stop, "but where do you go?" to "get to Ostuni Brindisi and then" go to Brindisi is not best of Bari, excuse is better connected, if you arrive at Brindisi at 6 you get to the cemetery and there is nobody and is not well connected .. "(ecchecazz!!)
ferry him forever," and why with the coach and not with the plane? "from Palermo and Catania because there is nothing" but there is a direct Trapani Bari "(stupid me! me and only me!)
ok, with the arrival in Brindisi travel companion milgiore the world in silence all the time! I take the bus and train station is 3 minutes from there to the station of Ostuni and taxi to the farm relief, these angels will deliver me and I get the room colaziono Doccio, are now a new person! sms Elena, I feel Gianfranco; lunch you go with torre santa sabinara Elena Franco and Gianfranco, sumptuous lunch and the conference starts at 14.30, at dinner after 4 to return them laugh a little 'wine to go away sated sated and how we come .. GOOD NIGHT
the morning of Friday Papapanico begins .. Brindisi, the pope will be in and block the city, the angels (or Angele ..) of the farm called firefighters Brindisi, the departure of my bus is moved, not the cemetery but the hospital (inq wolves) Congress bla bla okay, I give the room on Saturday morning and going to the conference, return and give me one pc connection, I see the train timetable, starting at 17, "if you want to give you a ride" and why not? thank you very much! " arrival in Brindisi Piero lililà feel and see, get all the little family, the children grow velocememte, let's go see the pope .. grrr! I like it! does not make it on TV .. maybe? NO is really bad!
have dinner at home ..... S. challenging and at 22.00 local police and fbi cia quant'alrto I get to leave the hospital .. but TADAAAN THERE 'S NO, I call the police and city police .. They know nothing, c are three numbers on your ticket call the 099 "but check out the start is' moved, give me a PHONE NUMBER THAT I DO KNOW SOMETHING" yet another angel called the driver and called me back. . Greetings Peter, John and the children and childbirth ..
moral of the story never trust the local police .. (Municipal superheroes against superheroes .. against the forces of evil!)
"I admire those who do not expect anything from life, not because rimmarrà never disappointed" O. Wilde 
