The Pisan ...
Pisa is a strange city. It goes from hot to cold torrential storms in one day (but this is normal everywhere now). I hits the Tower of Pisa, so particular, and the surrounding area neat and clean in an almost manic, and you just a few feet away, explore the narrow alleys of the city, you have to do to jump to avoid garbage scattered around to mo 'trap.
Street vendors (and illegal) to every street corner, offering a wide range of tarot course, that change immediately umbrellas of various shapes as soon as the sky darkens (increasing the price by 50% when it starts raining really)
And people. People here do not know half-measures. As with any purely tourist town, or for students, meeting really nice people, those pamper you without being asked, you smile, give you free sandwiches, help you find your way or pay at the table, we just advise on purchases made or intends to do. Then, like a cold shower, you clash with the passer-by, the next seller. Rude, nervous, rude. Ask that they will end the work started and they answer wrong, the fact that you're a strong girl, young and alone, without the direct support of parents who are far away, you reproached not to call the phone number that they themselves have given you, you monologues about how to make them are poor and honest workers who only work their week and leave you without hot water because it is tiring care of this. You enter the house without even asking permission, stick their noses in the rooms and they tell you to paint the walls of a house you've rented for three days. They make you wait hours in line at the information service, with the application form filled out for the membership card in hand, disappear for hours hoping you will give up and you go, even the intercom call a colleague who is taking this membership card lying two feet from them on the same bench that the waste and gives you the cursing. People who are small, and when you, with a fake smile on his face but cheerful, thanking them for their kindly and thoroughly infinite patience, care to point out to him with small gestures clothes soaked with water, the broken umbrella, the three heavy shopping bags in hand, coughed slightly to emphasize the probable pneumonia that you took to wait for them comfortable. And then you look for the very first time, with those eyes that always elusive avoid cross your eyes or staring at you with arrogance, and perhaps feel the first signs of shame (the clerks of the PAM), and a bit of sound fear that it never hurts when you retire in a separate room, being careful not to close the door firmly and speaking loudly with the roommate who, of course, by today if not solve the problem of hot water called the friend lawyer, so Photos of the house as they gave us and the work we have done, that we remain quiet even without showers, but remain without underwear. And the infinite satisfaction of feeling devilish hurry to dial the number, and speak in whispers urgently oh these girls mean business, and now what? Calm now solve now you keep them calm
Patience is the most precious treasure that you can own. The kindness, even false, the second.
balls only the priceless treasure of these treasures. And it is better that they are of steel.
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