Obviously, when I come back to my senses I am already two stops after mine and I have to go back. No comment. Indeed, here are some comments:
“What the heck am I doing here listening the singer Pausini in a Chinese version at already eight in the morning? What came to my mind when I decided to come to Milan to do the hostess girl for a tobacco company? But why then? It does not make sense the fact that I’m here to run”
Until a few months ago, at this time, the song “Sunrise” by Norah Jones would have played in my mind and I would have made a lovely sun’s greeting. I would have dressed calmly, and I would be smiling while I would have gone to work by bike in my beloved Bologna. I collaborated with a law firm as a trainee, I liked it.
It was not bad at all spend the day behind a desk comfortable sitting on an ergonomic chair Ikea studying law and writing legal documents. It was not bad even the working hours, from 9.30 to 18.30 with a two-hour lunch break. Late in the afternoon, I did not have neither the time to put on my coat that promptly at six-thirty, friends called for a spritz (a famous Italian dirink with white wine, soda and Campari or Aperol) all together. Which, in any case, it was never just one.
It seemed to live in a bright and shining soap bubble, especially when it is viewed from several meters underground, aboard a subway.
In these moments, I forget what took me to change my life and my stomach tightens for homesickness.
Meanwhile, of course, I run to get on the subway with the opposite direction.
In Milan, the compliance of the phrase carpe diem is a necessity to survive.
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