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Vincent (Starry Starry Night) brano di Don McLean

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Starry night

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Urania (04 Charachters)

Last night I was on the phone. Midnight came and I was chatting pleasantly with a first cousin very dear to me, when my tooth broke. Damn parmesan cheese. I bit into the parmesan from the Penny under the house and he got his revenge on me.

Now I am in the hands of Dr. Felderhoff who treated my teeth privately on the advice of my dearest Greek dentist Urania by the Isar River.

Urania is petite, affable, and I have imagined several times in talking with her that we should shift the focus to Greece, that is, to point toward modern and ancient Greece. However, I went to high school and Greek was not being studied. But Greece is present in so many vocabulary, for example of medicine. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6763u0WUNc Advertising ;-)

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There is a nice movie that describes the love for one's homeland of a Greek parent who sees his daughter getting married to an American. The movie is called “My…,” and it is full of interesting and sometimes didactic stereotypes.

Urania reminds me of the Mediterranean Sea, beautiful, warm, swimmable.

I made a very short video of the Mediterranean Sea by going to Sardinia with Verena, during COVID 19. An unforgettable vacation. The sea is also respect, fear, drama of illegal travelers who just in Curto and later in front of Greece were shipwrecked and the shipwreck is not always sweet.

I will link you to the sea between Genoa and Olbia: here

Urania, I said, is petite, pitch-black hair, thin, very affable with me who one day solved an electrical problem (short circuit) for her by pure chance, thus earning her friendship. She does not read in Italian, but she knows there is a sonnet dedicated to her. A bit ambitious and with boring rhymes. Nothing like my high school teacher Costanzo Preve's lectures, which were, by contrast, unparalleled lessons in Greek (as well as French, Italian and German) philosophy.

Sometimes I would like to have Plato's endowment and write dozens and dozens of Dialogues offhand, I would like to run away somewhere, be captured, sold as a slave, and then I would like to be by some monarch and change the course of philosophy too because someone said that after Plato philosophy is no longer the same. After Constantius Preve philosophy was no longer the same for me. Thank you beloved professor. There “s no real school, you didn ”t found an Academy or even a Stoa, but scattered here and there are Fusaro, Monchietto and a few others. Yet, dear Costanzo, you had an enduring passion far beyond your biographical life. You had told me that you suffered from Bipolar Disorder. I suffer from it too, but that is a whole other topic. It deserves only one mention, namely the list in English of famous people who have suffered or suffer from the same disorder as us, dear Costanzo. There is consolation to be had. Or maybe not.

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Harry Adams (00 Characters)

Dear all,

today around midday I went to a very nice café with a terrace called Hinterhof Café in the area where I work, right next to the Salesians (www.salesianum.de) where I am the night porter for 4 nights a week (Mon-Fri 10pm to 6:30am).

The last two weeks, however, and for another two or three weeks I have been working in the afternoons in Sales (3pm-24pm) and tonight after the midnight shift I continued as night porter so that until 6.30am I was at Reception because my colleagues O. (the nice and fussy ex-Croatian financial police officer) and Jo (the very funny black man from Asmara, who has been a day porter here for more than 30 years) are at their respective relatives outside Germany, at home.

Brother S.K. and I (a Salesian who deserves a beautiful chapter of his own) hold the position. Our boss L.D. is ill until October, so there is a lot to do. Now, however, I am at Reception on duty and am interrupted every minute or so by a phone call or one from the 500 guests we have: the Salesians from Bavaria and the provincialate from all over Germany is full, I would say almost full. This Mail will be very technical with various references and I have called it (00-Sept. 2004) because I am sending you references so that you can get to know my world here at Rosenheimer Platz and in Munich as well as in Turin where I lived my first 32 years.

My son Marcolino (now 14 years old), whom I adore, just stopped writing and wrote the following to me on WhatsApp: ‘ch würde am Samstag kommen 1 tag’. ‘Passt’ I replied!

But why is this Mail called Harry Adams? Well, after sleeping for two hours, I had an online lesson with C.B. (a medical oncologist who lives in Tuscany in the province of Grosseto) who wants to learn Italian to live in the villa she has built with a swimming pool, various facilities and wants to become Italian: the people are nice, friendly, authentic… this is what she tells me in the daily lessons we do with Zoom or WhatsApp.

Sorry, I just sold ice cream to a mother of two beautiful children (about 5 and one year old), but she couldn't read the prices, a bit complicated.

After class I had an appointment with Gabriella aka Gabi (but she doesn't like the nickname Gabi) whom I have been seeing since 2016 at least twice a month and to whom I teach Italian who now speaks C2. She is a well-off retired English teacher with no children who lives with her partner W., a retired engineer who did all the statics for Caffè Fausto where I worked as a roaster, bartender and waiter for 7 wonderful years.

Gabriella was late arriving and on the terrace next to my table sat an Englishman who talked to me for 30 minutes and then talked to Gabriella all at once. He spoke English from London because he lives in the suburbs of the metropolis and explained to me that he is an Arsenal fanatic even though his whole family is from Leichester: when a short time ago this won the championship with Ranieri they were still rooting for Arsenal with dismay.

To get to the stadium from the London suburb the train costs in Euro 200-, very very expensive so very little goes to the stadium. Harry Adams, however, is the first cousin of Chè Adams the new striker of Torino F.C., that is to say the granata, that is to say many of my people. I was in fact at home and watched Torino-Cosenza 2-0 and I'm very happy. The match was not good, the marathon was active but torn by Cairo's management and the bitterness of the granata I read in the pages of Alessandro Costantino (Toro News) a peer who advised my father.

In short Adams came in, the crowd was enthusiastic and Harry Adams sat on the edge of the round table assuring me that his cousin is strong, that he is good in the header and I could see him in action in the championship matches Venezia Torino 0-1 Milan Torino 2-2 (I feel sorry for Luca C. my classmate from the Liceo Scientifico A.Volta many years ago!) and Torino Atalanta which took us to the top of the table, for a moment first.

That is why this e-mail is entitled Harry Adams. I extremely need to write, but I have no time. I'm better now. I hope to tell something again. ‘I thought it was an adventure instead it was life’, Joseph Conrad quote from memory, not sure.

Kisses Daniele

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“I thought it was an adventure, but really it was life” Joseph Conrad

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