I live just over the trench. After the campaign began Selargino my way, with its mud, sparse trees, fly-tipping and cars burned. On the opposite side of the country begins Viale Marconi. Yes, because it is an avenue into the city.
Selangor is not, as the saying goes, neither fish nor fowl. We pass to a description of his fabled inhabitants whose gaps are plugged with fantasy.
There are old people who live in dilapidated houses campidanesi appearance, but in my opinion will govern more than concrete. Well, they are real villagers: selling fruit by the front door, woven baskets, cazzeggiano in the square, selling wine by the front door, go to the pro-loco to be a trump. The fact that the fruits, wine bottles, their lungs are gradually embraced by a necrotic layer of smog will not change their habits, the giant screen that have bought the pro-spot does not change the way we live television: during the world were football matches, soap operas are on winter afternoons.
Then there are the non-pensioners. State employer from the employee. The latter deserve special mention. For entrepreneurs who wish to earn some money out of not only civil servants and businessmen, surveyors, artisans and traders, but also those who, for example, a teacher of the pubic sqola bestows students repeat the disasters of today. I'm pretty busy in their occupations, which often lead them out of the municipality, in the city: the case of hybrids. Sure, some only work here by the little house, but that does not change their thirst for the city. At home you can find all the latest technological developments, not to mention the case was a BMW exaggerated, and if they can not afford an Alfa Romeo. The comic aspect of these people is that they may surprise you to speak like peasants were still tied to the land when in fact they behave worse than the worst consumerist of the Earth (let's not forget that illegal dumps are those who swell).
Finally there are the guys. An amazing race, the youth of this place. Of if they bump the ground, their fathers have inherited only the accent and dialect from the language casts. They live with the freedom of the children of the country: as parents and grandparents with them behave in the usual habits, they reach a certain age children can do whatever the hell they like in their free time and have to obey as slaves when they are home. This just in general, of course. This education has left them very much, both of which are fantastic examples of moral relativism and ideological. They went to church for years and years have cursed, just as an example (this was an example of religion, I know, settle). They aspire to the fun you can get a Karalis, of course. How many fireflies attracted by sbrilluccichio than that in the end, let's face it, is a city of shit if you think the relationship services / population, fall riding on motorized wheels on the premises that the sidewalks over illuninano Viale Marconi.
This post, of course, does not contain anything to what I thought.
E 'was written because he was spending too much time from the previous year, to take care of your ridicule.
