Bolognina 
Arrival in Bologna with a couple of hours in advance. It's almost eight, associate company and will arrive no earlier than two hours from Milan. All calculated: I love to cross the city alone, even if just for an hour, Bologna and now I do not see the New Year 2005. That time ended in a half collapse in camper today than there will be a medium-sized hangover but among people with a lot of points-scene. Take off Independence: The objective was also to stop for a drink in a bar in the center, but as usual, the goal becomes just half an endless path, so that when I look at the clock it's time to get to the Cove . Bologna is a city each time more dark, dull, surrendered to the spirit of "low intensity warfare" that now runs through the streets of many Italian cities and beyond. E 'Halloween but there is absolutely no one around Piazza Maggiore virtually empty, with small groups under the two towers of various masks from V for Vendetta caught Scream and run away toward some kind of festival indoors of a house or a room: they should be to play to scare away people, but here it seems that no one wants to play. Some signs of life as a Zamboni, to ensure the night watchman shared with the unsettling "The Fatherland", however anything that breaks the curfew permanent fatal air. Invite people to remain locked in the house, mounted an emergency after another, put in every corner of your city police and cameras instead of music, lights and social spaces, transform an individual murder in a mass murder bloody hordes Barbarian and you find this city which just closed the shops look more like the set of a movie that Romero places to live in common their lives. In the bus to the Cove meeting a friend who studied in Bologna, Yesterday was the demonstration against the evictions of squats: here you continue to resist the order on security and racist, and I start to feel better already. Via Zagreb must be a middle of nowhere, but the little bar under the Cove is synonymous with "home." A few minutes and arrives in Milan
partner, time to eat something and know that (Saint) Ambrose, who will take me hours after the station safe and sound in spite of everything, and the Cove begins around the death: a series of offers and drinking countered that will lead us to total ruin. In the midst of a lot of nice people sweating with mint and lime, just two minutes Fitnici rhythmic opening and we arrived too late, a beautiful concert of Amari thrilled but also for this wonderful. The acoustics of the hall and along the top of Cove certainly does not help them, but just a few minutes and the wood starts to climb up to the final with a lot of "Do not stop movin 'baby' of the outher Brothers, icing on the cake of various quotes "disco" with which the bitter stuffed their tracks. Pasta And when firing on the crowd with a bazooka launcher confetti, the curfew has already been violated, the war who has more fun can start, winning is a must. A few hours later in Rome, here you can breathe another war around leaflets inciting racial hatred, a few miles from where I sleep some hoods are ripping the head with four Romanians, redbull in the body goes first and where c ' was joy now there is anger, so powerful, so important. Yes it is true, this seems to be a time for revolutions, but "it is an excuse again." And when the flames from the glass will start to burn even the few "safety and freedom we have left, maybe we will not want to stay at home. Better safe than sorry, better not play with fire
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Arrival in Bologna with a couple of hours in advance. It's almost eight, associate company and will arrive no earlier than two hours from Milan. All calculated: I love to cross the city alone, even if just for an hour, Bologna and now I do not see the New Year 2005. That time ended in a half collapse in camper today than there will be a medium-sized hangover but among people with a lot of points-scene. Take off Independence: The objective was also to stop for a drink in a bar in the center, but as usual, the goal becomes just half an endless path, so that when I look at the clock it's time to get to the Cove . Bologna is a city each time more dark, dull, surrendered to the spirit of "low intensity warfare" that now runs through the streets of many Italian cities and beyond. E 'Halloween but there is absolutely no one around Piazza Maggiore virtually empty, with small groups under the two towers of various masks from V for Vendetta caught Scream and run away toward some kind of festival indoors of a house or a room: they should be to play to scare away people, but here it seems that no one wants to play. Some signs of life as a Zamboni, to ensure the night watchman shared with the unsettling "The Fatherland", however anything that breaks the curfew permanent fatal air. Invite people to remain locked in the house, mounted an emergency after another, put in every corner of your city police and cameras instead of music, lights and social spaces, transform an individual murder in a mass murder bloody hordes Barbarian and you find this city which just closed the shops look more like the set of a movie that Romero places to live in common their lives. In the bus to the Cove meeting a friend who studied in Bologna, Yesterday was the demonstration against the evictions of squats: here you continue to resist the order on security and racist, and I start to feel better already. Via Zagreb must be a middle of nowhere, but the little bar under the Cove is synonymous with "home." A few minutes and arrives in Milan partner, time to eat something and know that (Saint) Ambrose, who will take me hours after the station safe and sound in spite of everything, and the Cove begins around the death: a series of offers and drinking countered that will lead us to total ruin. In the midst of a lot of nice people sweating with mint and lime, just two minutes Fitnici rhythmic opening and we arrived too late, a beautiful concert of Amari thrilled but also for this wonderful. The acoustics of the hall and along the top of Cove certainly does not help them, but just a few minutes and the wood starts to climb up to the final with a lot of "Do not stop movin 'baby' of the outher Brothers, icing on the cake of various quotes "disco" with which the bitter stuffed their tracks. Pasta And when firing on the crowd with a bazooka launcher confetti, the curfew has already been violated, the war who has more fun can start, winning is a must. A few hours later in Rome, here you can breathe another war around leaflets inciting racial hatred, a few miles from where I sleep some hoods are ripping the head with four Romanians, redbull in the body goes first and where c ' was joy now there is anger, so powerful, so important. Yes it is true, this seems to be a time for revolutions, but "it is an excuse again." And when the flames from the glass will start to burn even the few "safety and freedom we have left, maybe we will not want to stay at home. Better safe than sorry, better not play with fire . 
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