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SCIAK-o - SCIAK - o - SPLAK! I finally caught a fly bitch .. but here is the attack with the utmost disregard an entire swarm curious and annoying, now you've got it on my arm, now on foot, now go on a camel shit, now you are laying .. in the mouth of the infamous monsters. Now I understand why every night when I go to bed I hear coming from the room of M. the sound of a bottle, not to smell it .. morfeo vape floods the room! "Je les Gas mon ami!" He says smiling and satisfied.
Every day a little battle here in Douz .
All those to whom I spoke of my trip to Tunisia had expressed enthusiastic about my choice, many in fact had been so devoted di consigli visti i loro precedenti viaggi e perfino il tabacchino sotto casa si era dilungato in un'accurata descrizione di strade, luoghi e cose da fare..ma c'è una cosa che ho totalmente dimenticato, una cosa mlto importante, avevo fatto una promessa a me stesso di non partire più da solo, sentivo di averne avute abbastanza per ora di avventure e sventure in solitaria in giro per il mondo, sentivo di aver conosciuto abbastanza bene il Salvo di prima e di ora e quindi non sentivo assolutamente la necessità di indagare ancora dentro me stesso sfruttando i delirii che solo il viaggio ti può dare, anzi..
Ma l'istinto fa fare scelte affrettate, sconsiderate, l'istinto ti confonde e non sempre seguirlo ti porta davvero dove vorresti andare, when emotions are too strong and continuing troubles force you to make choices, that you can not find you to follow your instincts and nun embark on a new casino just to flee and leave everything behind for a while ', but certainly this is the worst of the premises for a trip in the true sense of the word, I'm at the point it made more sense to leave the club med of Jerba, strafogarmi fresh fish every day, the tourists do marpione be lulled into a hotel and air-conditioned bus up and down the beauty of the country while someone else took care of everything for me. I never would have said but view from here right now it seems to me a dream ..
Hot, hot, damn hot, up to 46 degrees during the day and 33 the minimum night. I knew that there would be hot, but I was deceived for this reason that human intelligence had found a way to survive, stain! The old stone houses are leaving mann hand way to "modern" houses of brick and cement, only to soon gets a little 'good to say, and therefore has no insulation, these boxes of brick, they become ovens in the summer and ice in winter, and I do not say so to say. When you tap a wall and feel that is warm and humid much like a human body and its warmth will radiate cheerful all the time, that's not really the best. Add
cat has to sleep on me, those damn flies, the sand that fills you sheets (covering the whole of continuous grrr), entering through the windows and the door silently with that much-needed breath of wind, the spring on the side of the mattress and the constant coming and going of tractors, machines and cabinets ( scooters such as "hello" / "you") who, with their mufflers buzzing day and night becoming regular guests of my nightmares grotesque.
restless nights, days locked in the grip of sweat, thirst, hunger, still flies, it seems ok a bulletin of war in a refugee camp in Darfur but here is short .. Ugh!
I'm not really in the mood even if he did not understand! In addition
yesterday straw that broke the camel's back .. the other ieri sera eravamo io e M. a casa di un suo amico, Mahmud, a prendere un tè quando Mohamèd (un altro) ci dice che suo padre sta male e deve andare a Gabès per un'operazione solo che dovrà andare in taxi. Consideranzo che suo padre, el Hadji Sidi Amur ha circa 90 anni, ci siamo guardati in faccia e gli abbiamo proposto di accompagnarlo noi.
Fatta! Venite da me alle 3.45 per la colazione...mmmmm....vabbè.
Sveglia alle 3.30 (totale ore di sonno 3..) arriviamo li e iniziamo a mangiare con non troppo appetito onestamente, e quando pensavo fosse finito sto primo supplizio mattutino ecco che esce la Sida, un tipico piatto tunisino per la colazione del Ramadan, una specie di impasto di farina untuosissimo e non cotto ma caldo, fatto a mound at the center of the volcano a quart of oil on the sides and white sugar as a kind of snow. It makes me sick just to think again.
From the first bite I felt something evil insinuarmisi in body but I did not mind the wife of Mohamed and partly I always try to force in sampling new dishes.
5 hours we leave, 300km up and down to bring the old to the doctor, for what? Blood was pouring from his nose and had to burn the capillaries .. you'll understand.
Gabes, desolate landscape, a city left to itself, the beach potenzioalmente could be beautiful, is empty and covered in trash and shells, I wonder why and then in the distance I see an enormous gulf in refinery. Got it.
I and M. we sit on the sand on the seashore, sometimes a dead fish is pushed by the waves, and we continue to discuss, for days now, the value of what we have chosen, the value of spirituality, religion, and ultimately on the same Ramadan. Exit
cigarettes from his pocket, he lit one and I said that "In the shit, J'en ai Marre de ce Ramadan." I admire the ability of the French to send everything to shit.
I look at him confused.
All the way back to the doubts and desires are fighting in my head while El Hadji looks at me upset because instead of listening to the radio for Koran shooting Samba and Tango. I screwed up.
I thirst, I thirst, ho sete, diventa un'ossessione, ho pure sonno ma sopratutto sete, arriviamo con mezzora di anticipo perchè ho tenuto il piede costantemente sull'acceleratore a 120. Ho sete.
Torniamo a casa, mi lancio in cucina e mi scolo un bicchiere d'acqua, una gioia infinita.
M. mi guarda e sorride. A quel punto mangio un pezzo di pane e formaggio..mmm buonissimo, e un caffè, e una sigaretta, e mi faccio pure una pesca.
Ma appena finito di sbaffarmi la pesca doverosamente con lo zucchero inizio a sentire dei crampi, lo stomaco si fa duro, boh, vado a stendermi che tanto sto morendo di sonno.
Mi sveglio dopo un ora in preda alla nausea ma non so dare una causa, la pèche du péché mi comes to mind, fishing for sin, perhaps, but maybe not.
We are invited to dinner at a French a bit 'Rimba, a lot of things very good, although I feel III & IV eat anyway, but just finished a super nausea comes over me. Burp after another comes forward the dizzy, I get up I go, M. is tired and he comes off.
Let's go back, drink a glass of water, I lie down, I go through, I run to the bathroom and vomit dinner, lunch, fishing and soul.
night of doubt, cramps, fever and backache. I was also expecting a bit 'of traveler's diarrhea honestly!
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Tunisie

Et on commence bien quand meme!
New travel, new thoughts, new doubts and new emotions facing bullying in the monotony of everyday life.
Tunisia, natural enclave with a piece of land broke off a long time ago (Sicily), but remained to paeseggio incredibly similar in terms of tradition and why not .. paranoia and bad habits!
Wake up at 5 to leave the country in the direction of Palermo. Deserted highway, the car flies on the asphalt still wet with frost as I am caught in the rolling hills of central Sicily, so wonderfully green in January and February, so giallopaglia Mediterranean this time of year, if not black fuoco a segno del continuo ciclo di vita e morte che si ripete invariato da che il tempo è tale.
Di colpo il paesaggio si apre, ti ritrovi una montagna che ti confonde e sei a termini imerese, paesaggio drammatico e piacevole se non fosse per l'area industriale frontemare a devastare ogni pretesa poetica.
Continui, un'altra montagna sulla sinistra e arrivi a Palermo, entri in viale Jafar e ti senti già altrove, li tra casoni in cemento e friggitorie si respira già un clima diverso..e tu prosegui lasciandoti il mare alla destra, dribblando motorini e pedoni nel crescente traffico mattutino e finalmente arrivi al porto.
Una fila lunghissima di macchine sovraccariche e veli dietro i finestrini mi dice verso dove devo andare e dopo un estenuante bureaucratic process for passports and car and an hour later, we board already exhausted. (Note to all bloggers and interested, I have asked for the stamp on my passport and expired 8 years, though in each case is better to have one in my wallet from squashed up in case of problems ..)
I climb the bridge and shoot everything that Fabio volume Italian pop songs of questionable taste with his keyboard to welcome.
Meanwhile, the crowd rushes to take the seats long as a kind of bed while a young lady from the speakers went crazy screaming and again that the chairs are for sitting and sleeping, as well as trying in vain to urge parents to keep children calm and good .. for the duration of the trip la poveretta continuerà a sciorinare la stessa nenia in 3 lingue senza trovare alcun riscontro poi nella pratica, ma man mano il tono della sua voce si faceva sempre meno convinto delle proprie parole, sempre più alienato davanti una realtà pittoresca e per nulla intenzionata a farsi dare degli ordini.
Esco per fumare una sigaretta e un violento vento salato mi investe cercando di farmi cambiare idea..ma nemmeno per sogno, mi rintano in un angolo, accendo e poi vado sul lato della nave a perdere il mio sguardo nell'immensità del blu li sotto, nel bianco della spuma del mare mosso dalle turbine della nave, nell'orizzone infinito e intanto quel blu ti ammalia, ti confonde, ti fa quasi venire voglia di gettarti, di perderti, di essere “assorbito in the largest sea "taken in something unknown but no less worse than what you find, no I want to commit suicide but is an attraction for the depth in which I'm sure many people have tried turning around to see that blue bluer not can. A magnetism that confuses you, but from which it is better off after a while '.
By boat we speak, a bit 'with everybody, you know, time never passes, nine hours are not that many but after a while' you want to chat 2, and so discover the stories of others like you , or those who go for a ride to Hammamet him because he talked a friend, or engaged to a Tunisian Calatabiano which the barber in the country where you go to sea da quando hai 6 anni..o ancora di quello che sta a vittoria e si è portato 4 bottiglie di limoncello dimenticandosi che ora è Ramadan e che suda freddo pensando alle facce dei doganieri!
Si i doganieri, il primo inncontro istituzionale con il paese, a volte semplici funzionari che ti danno il benvenuto, altre veri e propri detective pronti ad accusarti di qualsiasi orribile complotto ai danni dello stato, come nel mio caso!
Arriviamo a Tunisi con un'ora di ritardo, lotta per scendere, e poi inizia la trafila burocratica.
Quando arriva il mio turno vedo uno strano sguardo negli occhi del poliziotto, troppi timbri nel mio passaporto, troppo logoro, paesi sospetti, chiama un collega in borghese e mi viene chiesto do posteggiare più ahead and follow him .. Office
white, 4 feet square, I and the affable undercover cop who begins asking me all kinds of style scientology .. finally get to the point, you have been in Syria, Jordan, Turkey .. what countries suspected to Islam dangerously observant, does not go well .. mica asks me: Have you ever had to deal with extremist groups? Have you ever been to Israel? What do you think of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict? Would you like to go to Iran? In Afghanistan? In Iran?
I get tired, I start to send him to hell and tell him to mind his own who are all too heretical to be interested in jihad or support any claim for religious war, religion? But go go ..
back to the car, we write the books, and I wonder why I have so many books (10) my answer is dry "in Italian is normal here to read .. I do not know .." now I know full and bales, at least has the foresight not to insist. She takes the CD, see a CD of klezmer music with a Star of David drawn on it .. eh .. here .. a very clear sign of a possible terrorist attack, then turn back, I send them to hell and openly tell them to seize what they want as long as I make dinner and go to bed .. I'm already past 3 hours .. Other
2 hours to spend sitting smoking a cigarette watching with a mixture of hatred and pity anyone who speaks to me until you get to order the seizure of 2 books with spiritual content as well as dangerously and 80 audio CDs that I listen to traveling .. oh well, will give back to return them to me, but at least it's history is over, and amen.
Lido Hotel check-in at La Goulette, contract exactly one minute and a minute later I'm in the shower hot to forget the last hours and wash away the sea salt, sweat and nerves.
turn on my laptop, a bill related to the connection and I find most of the Arab country, Filo and Ema, the only cute one hundred contacts and switches, two friends fascinated by the journey that I said "I would be fucking with you guys and am point .. I imagined the scene, just think 'where is the gang of three Sicilian spunatavamo appearance with spudaratamente araba, neri, sulla mia macchina che più maghreba non si può..penso saremmo ancora li a fare interviste incrociate finchè uno dei tre esaurito non avesse condannato gli altri!! Ve l'immaginate?!
Comunque sia, temevo andasse peggio..la mattina dopo poi sveglia, colazione e via in strada attraversando di netto il paese da nord a sud per poco più di 500kilometri percorsi su buone strade in circa sei ore e mezza tra immensi meravigliosi uliveti, verdi e rossi campi di peperoncini, di meloni, di zucche, e man mano che scendi sempre più caldo, sempre più sassoso, deserto..spuntano le palme da dattero e ti viene l'acquolina in bocca..mmmm..
Poi di colpo ti ritrovi accerrchiato da una foresta di palms, refreshed from their siesta in the shade that is calling you to stop drinking a bit 'of water eat a date and doze off while its branches under the sun kills.
A marvel indeed.
Finally arriving at Douz, the goal of my trip. Waiting for the round of the camel is already M. with a straw hat on his head before ancoora SALVOOO to stop me crying ...

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The sense of lost time


Nearly five months of absence .. that when you see your journey, my intellectual capacity is reduced and the written communication atrophies ..
I could give a thousand and one reasons why this happens and put sul bancone degli imputati personaggi di spicco: FB, EX, SICILIA, NONNI, FB (in secondo appello)..
Il cazzeggiamento è come una piaga che piano piano ti entra dentro come una routine non evidente ai tuoi stessi occhi, non te ne curi apparentemente ed ecco che ne sei già schiavo..il tempo non ti basta mai, rallenti nelle cazzate e ti ritrovi a far di corsa le cose importanti e improrogabili..e questo stanca.
Diciamo che non ho molta voglia di raccontare e raccontarmi, l'ambito della mia intimità preferisco sputtanarlo oltre i confini nazionali, lì dove sogno e realtà si mischiano nelle menti dei lettori, dove tutto è verosimile e dove luoghi persone e fatti, assumono contorni mobili e indefinibili, mischiando la fase crazy dreams in daily life. (I repeat I know) I will refrain
well as the usual listings that I do when I want to say something but not really having the will, out of cowardice will propina listings decrivono unnecessary actions and things you did not tango .
I can think of stupid jokes and disconnected phrases, it's probably asleep, or the confusion in my head and heart, or maybe just the heat that grips my days .. I do not know .. probably all the things .
concluding this post meaningless greeting Dabba because he insists on watching this blog and I am immensely grateful to him .. and I apologize to those who do not understand my way of living and sharing life only in net categories of good and evil.
Sorry.

S.


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