Monday I go in that Canegrate; 288km round trip from my native village, with Milan in the middle.
I'll have to go at least three days, and I will do three days of relief, then I will take Friday off in order to recover from the ring road of Milan. Theoretically I should pull back to even "miss sleep standing up," one who has little familiarity with the handkerchief, but I will try to avoid this too because I also take a pass.
tell you a story:
There was once a painter, not quite young, even a little season, which for most of his professional life was limited to giving hands of paint here and there and fix a few other things but although it went regularly shop, has never had the opportunity, if only once, to produce something meaningful and of his own.
One day they call him to paint a triptych and ask him to produce examples of the work done so far, and these, in order to get the job, is to beg for a painter friend of his examples of work products in order to have something, even if not his, to show, not content with the figure Barbina made with his friend the painter, who still does not shine of her, he began to criticize as well as he is given ...
The moral of the story is: the catch lies in wait around corners ready to do tripping.
