Monday, September 29, 2008

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So easy to live, so hard to leave. (So \u200b\u200beasy to live, so difficult to leave)

The open suitcase in the middle of the room, as the infinitely small leads in the eyes of those about to pull a penalty, it reminds me each time that the three months to an end, and that this experience will conclude tomorrow a plane. While makeshift laundry, packed items of all kinds, and I collect things I had forgotten, many other memories crowd in the head, not yet sorted. Occasionally I pass the mirror and I take this opportunity to look at me, and once again confronted with what was on the day of departure, with the result of not riconoscermici and see once more that in these three months I have experienced the most radical change since the time of puberty. In the end I just lived for a summer in a town not too far from home, people with habits more or less similar to our own, working in a study of normal people, and experiencing what many of my peers live for a year. So why are so sure to be changed?

Perhaps because for the first time I could only count on me, I met dozens of people speaking another language and yet are managed to establish ties, to understand their thoughts, to share emotions with them. Maybe because I lived for three months immersed in the diversity of race, religion, thought, way of life, yet I've always appreciated what the result of this mixture was pleasant. Maybe because I saw how you can feel at home in another city, another street in another house and another bed. Maybe because I managed, not without effort, to lose my habits and adapt to those who surrounded me, by the way they dress, what to eat, to their ways of thinking. Perhaps the ease of one accustomed to consider the diversity value is attached to me somehow, and now more than ever I see my changes and my aspect as a pride to show off. Perhaps because I spent so much time with myself and nobody else, and as much time in the middle of a lot of people. Maybe because I studied all my time for the first time in 25 years. Perhaps because I spent wonderful moments with people who have done 1600 km to come and see me. Maybe because I was able to find something enviable in each of the people I met, so now I feel different because I keep to myself something of them all.

Yes, it must be so, they are my changes, I carry them along in memories, and so now are not just Lawrence, are also a bit 'Marcel, Chris, Willemijn, Fleur, Frank, Daniel, Harrie, the waiter at the Bazaar, Peter, Isaac, and Philip, Mirte, Nils, a singer in the Nieuwe Binnenweg and his guitar out of tune, mr. Kampman, Jamie, Lotte, Nikki, the bartender and the Iez turkish kapsalon of the biclettaio who sold me the bike, and the worker who has fitted me when I'm stuck in the rods of the tram, the boys study Mangrove and those of Rotown, the Helena, and all those who came to see me. I'm all that, and if I had time to think about now, we discover that even more.
In case, therefore, together the layer of dirty socks, worn clothes and clothes bought here, settle down tomorrow also a wealth of memories are impossible to erase, ranging from the Albert Hein taste of mango, the smell of the park and that of coffeeshops, since taste of Belgian beer to the sound of the dynamo driving home at night by lamplight Schouwburgsplein of the taste of toast to the study, from the rain the sun at nine o'clock in the morning at nine o'clock on skyscrapers, from music to deafening dell'Herr Zimmermann improbable hair of his patrons, from the piercing that I carry him from one month to the smell of fried fish market on Saturday morning. All of these things, and their kit other memories associated with them, accumulate in my suitcase without taking up space in a huge image that is blurred and indistinguishable in the eyes of anyone, but my parents that instead are perfectly clear. I will take all day to reorder, and perhaps even the will, or risk losing a nemeno.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

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Mastermundo, diets, dinner and farewell ... Ten minutes


Next Saturday, after months of preparation, between Amsterdam and Den Haag will be held Mastermundo 2008, the first conference on design in motion, in the sense that different guests will speak during the trip train precisely between the two cities. Everything is organized by Marcel Kampman, art director of the study and an inexhaustible source of ideas and the desire to achieve them, that a month from now I constantly updates on the progress of preparations, and the responses from guests. Understandably, I had to rely on my best smile to tell him that I would not have taken part, this being the last Saturday that I spend in Rotterdam, after three months in which I lived immersed in the design, and as I look forward to celebrating to the sound of beer . I hope you appreciate my sincerity.

Last week I received a rather unusual visit as pleasant as: my uncle Luke. I must say that after a long list of visits from friends, parents and patients, a weekend with him has made me really happy, having been practically nonexistent until now opportunities to spend more than a few hours together. Moreover, was the first time he visited the Netherlands and I think I was driving most original of the Coop ciceroni trips, at least.

Tuesday evening, I attended a dinner with all the boys in honor of my study and two other boys at the start. I can say that the Dutch make farewells departures less sad, especially when you consume behind a wall of empty glasses, and end up in the night with a group of those who were my colleagues unperturbed, which has dragged down the street with step somewhat uncertain. The best picture of my words can give an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat has been so happy to greet them, and how I will miss one, alas, a few days. What makes it more difficult the aftermath of the event just described, we thought yesterday taken a diet based on fruit and vegetable smoothies. In essence, a market research we have agreed (very naturally ...) to test for 24 hours a diet consisting only of fruit and vegetables, three glasses in the extent of everything, without any food whatsoever. You can imagine how such a diet is compatible with the aftermath of an evening with a high alcohol content, and I suggest that what is an elephant with a Manufactory of Chinese vases. I can say with pride to have survived well, if we neglect the effects of a carrot and orange juice instead of breakfast, that loaded all my gastric manifestation of effects such as unpleasant contingencies, for the subsequent four hours. Another initiative that, in his own way, helped make my internship experience hard to forget.

Friday, September 19, 2008

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Dutch or Italian?

The Italians are so nice, the best pizza I've eaten in Milan, the sun is always up to you, certain that Baggio was a good player, in Naples they stole the bag but beautiful city, the sea in Sardinia is very beautiful, but never like Cucinotta. Ah, as they say ... buònassérra Seniora ?

Here, briefly described the cultural baggage that is readily exhibited by Europeans during a conversation with an Italian, whatever their nationality or social background. In this nice potpourri of folklore, plus the colorful details well known to the Dutch, about the characteristics habits of young Italian tourists in Amsterdam, famous for demonstrations of civilization such as vomit everywhere, smoke to pass out on the street, or do so much confusion to distinguish in a tree as wide as the Arno, all with a mastery of English mercataio township. I think my discomfort is understandable when I was to represent for all my interlocutors this picturesque character, and I think they are even more understandable efforts to stand out as much as possible from it, and the Italians in general.

On the other hand, how can you be proud to have had your birth in Italy, when you are working abroad and your colleagues ask you candidly why should continue to govern Berlusconi, despite never having met a single person to say that voting for him? I'll tell you the following: Two nights ago I was having dinner with two Dutch friends, and eat before I run, surf the web, in the movie that sees our president worker joking with his trademark look from Tombeur de femmes with a ' attractive fencing athlete, in the living room of Bruno Vespa (excuse the term). At that point, I venture into the labyrinth of the English language trying a faithful translation for my curious friends, who also fail to understand the meaning of these images. Despite my efforts abroad, could not understand what the Italian prime minister has to do with an athlete, let alone their affectionate exchange of words from Sports Bar, in addition to a TV lounge where you should talk about politics. For them, used to expel from parliament for political racism fine, for having said that legal immigration should be limited, too much to understand. I soon realized that it was better to turn the discourse on design.
Just to support my words with concrete examples of what is received outside of our culture and our savoir faire , I think is sufficient to show a video, alas, almost unknown in Italy, which shows once again our President workers grappling with the European Parliament, in a historic diplomatic incident briefly described to us by the Italian press as a minor squabble. If you have ten minutes available you can skip to the last minute to see the full parliament who calls our pompous president invoking the exit from the floor. If you're with a critical spirit, culture and human dignity if possible, maybe if you go directly to another.


Monday, September 15, 2008

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@ micizia: or human relations at a distance, in 2008 and Frisoni


Just recently, after having completed two and half months after my departure, I realize looking back to what the use of the Internet may have changed not only the company from all points of view, but also the relationships between people. Some readers of this blog legitimately be objected that there was no need to go to Holland to find out, but the point is that this radical change, living abroad to appreciate it in a manner infinitely more vivid, only because of be outside of their normal lives and be forced to delegate its human contacts in a connection between computers. On the other hand all of my contacts computerized, adding the various MSN and Skype, Facebook and MySpace, the more "old" email, I am not indifferent to a wealth of human relationships, as in all, it's more than three hundred people, and indeed to think of it we have a lot more human interaction today than ten years ago, since you want to fashion, either by the need, either because the computer you are there all day, every day contact at least a dozen people scattered somewhere, if only to know what they do.

course reports based on the network can not be compared to the classic depth, the eye contact and speak directly to a person, as aside from the phone call with video, for the rest it is always qulche written text and image, but not for this I would consider reports of series b. Are convinced, and this experience has given me a brilliant demonstration that reports based on the Internet are a separate dimension, where you can, but above all maintain a knowledge is infinitely easier than in reality. Here then is that these friendships are born weird, atypical, often among people who have never seen in person, who can not smell it or have the other so to speak, and yet I have seen pictures of vacations, and maybe in their have trust and told more that if they had really known. Because basically speaking from behind a monitor is limiting the expressiveness, but losing the part of the tete-a-tete means that you lose the inhibitions that usually accompany it, to the benefit of infants and superficial relationships .

So maybe this Babylon network, chat, messages, add friends to (also because once the first approach was different for men and women, between inarticulate syllables and put him indifferent to her, and the risk was not a refusal of friendship on facebook, but the mythical two of spades), is what characterizes our generation, the generation of Erasmus, what has always been a part of friends around the world, and another part that does not even know in person, but probably from its predecessors, is learning that the world is no longer a separate galaxy of civilizations, but a huge soup in which stay afloat, possibly with a list of friends as long as possible.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

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Friday, September 12, 2008

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These portraits you see here are two views of the Frisian Islands, which I have taken personally, but alas this time I could not go and I'll have to settle for photos found on Flickr. The North Frisian Islands Holland attract me for various reasons, including the local population is the highest stature in the world, the language other than Dutch, and nature is still uncontaminated and recognized as one of the purest on the planet. Enough to make a very attractive place, shame that so far the guests at the B & B Quovadisbanko have not shared my curiosity enough to organize a trip. Patience will be an excuse to return to Holland in the future. About
to return to Holland, these days I'm thinking of organizing another stage such as this year for the next summer, and the prospect of returning to this city perhaps using the contacts that I created in design I is not at all unpleasant, indeed. This is likely a reflection of the fact that the experience I'm doing so far has proved to be outstanding from all points of view, but who knows what my plans fail to materialize ...
And always about exceptional experience, I'm seriously thinking that you print this blog on my return to Italy, in order to keep something on paper and physically tangible than that for me has become a valuable diary of a memorable period. In that regard, we mark the site of Blurb , or the company that allows you to submit your blog, paginate through their own software, and then print it and have it sent home in book form. Not bad right?

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

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Een kapsalon, alstublieft! (A kapsalon, thanks!)


is you who look with disdain and sufficiency (often justified) the food coming from outside the border, his majesty the kapsalon. Despite its name in Dutch means a hairdresser, what I'm going to present is none other than the typical dish of Rotterdam, by chance less than ten years ago by an unknown culinary genius, who had the audacity to create a container filled with chips, kebab meat, salad and cheese, in addition to any other business sauces, typical in Turkish cuisine. After this brief description sure many of you are picturing a meal of exaggerated fat calories and fats, manufactured by some kind of ruddy hands sewage in a shack on the edge of the road, tinsel indistinguishable sauce, and served in a tank in the cleaning if the battery with the carburetor of a panda 89. Well, the kapsalon is just that, and the beauty is that it is also quite good. Like his cousin
kebab, the kapsalon is fast becoming the meal the night par excellence of the inhabitants of Rotterdam, because as everyone knows, after a night spent around local, with over a beer on the stomach, about two in the morning you begin to experience a craving for food as possible unhealthy, processed and indigestible, accepting without thinking that their future will see us coming to grips with a digestion tormentatissima in a fight to the regurgitation. On the other hand, the digestion of kapsalon should not make a lot of fear to anyone, because to win one of these wonders of ethnic cuisine you must join a crowd of hungry onlookers, and wait a good ten minutes with the five euro in hand, an eye to the bicycle unattended, striving for careless paninaio turkish.
Personally, I think I can consider the kapsalon rightly the symbol of this city, with its seemingly irreconcilable mixtures, its multicolored faces, the intersections of race, its flavors and its unexpected ability to mix everything and does not produce knows how, a result that more enjoyable. I'd like to bring a kapsalon in Italy on my return, but apart from the appearance and texture image becomes after he cooled down, I'm sure he would never eat the same flavor on the steps of Piazza Duomo instead Eendrachtsplein at four in the morning ...

Monday, September 8, 2008

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the priceless thrill of satisfaction


I must say that this blog was born when I had no idea how extensive was the network's range, and how many people can only be achieved by writing and using some networking sites like Facebook: after two months, we are almost two thousand visits to 16 countries in the world, which to me is a bit 'like getting up in the morning, looking out on the balcony in front of five hundred people and begin to make a speech. I get almost the chills thinking about it, and drive them to sincerely thank all those whom I have shown their appreciation by giving me the incentive to continue.
To sum up in an area humane day since the last post, I could not just mention the fact that he recently had the catalogs distributed at fairs by a couple of our client companies, which bore the images made by me in these two months for their projects. It was the first time I had, and I must say that despite the graphics and layout (they care), more suitable for a box of suppositories that a promotional brochure for a design, I have felt like to have produced invaluable something and that it crossed a finish line.
For the rest the past week marked my return to the home alone, after a month during which I hosted a long list of a dozen wise men visiting for pleasure, all very welcome from dall'Elena, my parents , Isia several comrades, friends girellone, and then Isaac and Philip newly evicted. Honestly you can spend a weekend of solitary reflection (lovingly encouraged and sponsored by the Dutch climate and generous sun-hungry water and wind) I was delighted to enjoy some things that I could only enjoy in solitude. I'm talking about simple things, but for the indelible memory, like a fried fish eaten the Saturday morning market, a beer in a shabby room in the center, a bike ride along the Meuse with the late afternoon sun in his face, the smell of kapsalon at dinner and then a visit to the supermarket without time constraints and various events, with all the peace you need to decrypt the packets with groped to act as an archaeologist, hoping to expand the menu without running into various specialties and exotic chinoiserie, horrific putribonde in form and in substance.
Prossimante will tell you the kapsalon, mysterious concoction of culinary delights Rotterdam, the symbol of its multi-ethnic ruling, and my nocturnal prey appetites and Harrie.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

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Wednesday, September 3, 2008

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My dear bidet


I want to dedicate today to the lines of an object so common in Italy and mistreated, as impossible to find, but which seem desirable abroad. The bidet.
This object, an admirable example of the need to push the mind to conceive of brilliant objects, even in its simplicity of an addition to the more well-known process, shall act as the saving of intimacy to redeem the proper hygiene and accurate. Basically you sit down and washing your ass.
This concept, which in our country is commonly known from childhood, I had to accept that it is totally unknown to the civilized Nordic citizens, not to mention those in Asia, much less than Anglophones. Recently I found myself having to explain in a proper English audience of architects and engineers, which is the washing procedure that you put in work on this strange piece of furniture, completely unknown to them. This explains why the microscopic bathrooms without a bidet, which force sooner or later every Italian tourist to Arremba microlavandini up high, and then boil the balls or marbles at the whim of the inexorable automatic water jet.
When civilized Europe and evolved in manners, but not in personal hygiene, you will realize the immense joy of the find that your body is finally clean, a few pioneering architect, eco, biotechnology, nanotechnology, design the Dutch first bath with bidet and will open a new era for the Italians migrated like me. Until then, I can only curse the family and the feelings of someone who has finished the toilet paper to the study and did not have the shed.