I guess I go back to Italy in April, for about ten days. Under the guise of the operation the knee, no, with the excuse of having to come and see Quiet Chaos, a film adaptation of the book that I loved it, and why not, with the excuse of the election. How nice to remember Ecce Bombo .
- No I really do not go, I meet even half the bar with others. Okay, but what kind of party is, is not that the ten were all dancing in a circle, I'm thrown into a corner, no ... ah no, I do not come if you can dance. No, no ... then do not come. What do you say I come from? I notice it more if I come and I I'm on the sidelines or if I'm not at all? I come from. I come and I start well, near a window in profile against the light, you make me: "Michael is there with us from ..." and I said, 'Go, go, I'll join you later ... " I'm coming! See you there. No, I do not like, do not come, no. Hello, goodbye Nicola.
