Can You Burst Blood Vessels In Your Breasts?

Project Architect

Monday, February 14, 2000

But lekhchhu.Pronuncialo Mo 'lekciu ^. With the fly that has settled on the U. Would you say "Now I read." It means "I write" ... In the language of this Paese.Così different and I unico.E scrivo.MO 'LEKHCHHU ... But one iota Kappa followed by a C and a double Acca together behind' else you can find only here. With a U finale.MU SCRUVU.Stanotte I dreamed of Simon, but without vederlo.Ricordo Rovinaccia one evening ... Well ... well ... It's called High Valtellina.Dentro the white Ford Transit. August 81. All the time talking only with the U. The conversation was hilarious effect on us so compelling that we are led from the morning to the sea of \u200b\u200bSardinia. Me and Simon, conosciutici the morning before. Friends for the EU 'was the bean to talk to Simon tonight. For now I still dream in Italian ... I was detto, prima di finire coinvolti in un tragico film di avventure, che Simone adesso vive in brianza e ha un Bambino che si chiama Jonathan.

Martedì 15 Febbraio 2000

Attenzione alla testa !La porta della casa dell’Architetto è stata studiata a misura di piccolo Uomo.Ci sediamo in Tre senza scarpe fra stuoie e cuscini dai colori tenui. Dominano il verde acqua chiara e un giallino sfumato tendente al bianco...Un po’ zucchero di Canna...Straraffinati.BOTH !E sopra c’è GANESH. Una faccia di bronzo d’Elefante, mezzo metro cubo appeso alla parete. Il dio dei commercianti usato come portafortuna. Lui, Ganesh, pare se ne fotta di tutto e di tutti, però si lascia pregare e pagare un po’ dovunque.Siamo lì in Tre sotto Ganesh.Con orecchie da Elefante ci ascolta. Noi si parla di affari...Ma Sogno. Lo disegno e lo scrivo.La sera Asiatica di un Martedì di Febbraio.C’è tanta musica in giro per la città, di tempio in tempietto.Nessun motore.EkhcciU’ ! Salute...Fa’ freddo.Io scrivo che sono anche felice.Stasera cantavo parole incomprensibili insieme a tutto lo Staff del Ristorante.Quattro tenori e un somaro.Sto imparando il presente indicativo:
Ma (pronuncia mo’) -chhu Io vado Ma jan-chhu (infinito janu)Tapai -chhau Tu vai Tapai jan-chhau etc.U -chha Hami -chhauTapaiharu -chhauUniharu -chha
E sto imparando a contare:
Ek, dui, tin ... Cian, pach, CIA ... Sat, acht, nou, dos ...! Everything as a starting another Bambino.Come Vita.Con my little head, always the same, on the same shoulder ... A little 'curves.
MERO NAM FRANCESCOHO ... The last O Aspirata.Solo a little lesson, stasera.Ed is already night. Other Dreams. MO 'SUTCHHU (sleep) ... MO' CITAUNCHHU (Dream).

Wednesday, February 16, 2000 A day in

terrazza.L 'architect designed, I wait in the sun without special aspettative.Lui works in an office in Kathmandu, twelve miles from here, from this Bhaktapur walking, playing flutes and drums me.Passa actress room to greet me, his pink silk sari is beautiful. He 's a very funny young secretary preceded by fast speech that left me a little ispirata.Sarà misterioso.Serata address because the boss wants to lay off poor Sudan and he asked for help in me.Li I was around three, Sudan-Yam- Atmaram, while he spoke tonight with an English couple in their sixties. I listened to all three delighted about my project and Bhaktapur. The English lady I did not take his eyes off her deep admiration and it was easy to read ... To think that all 'start had surprised them with a "Sorry for my imperfect English, on the other hand you probably do not know a single word of Italian ... " He laughed, and at the end incassato.Lei did not want to get up from my table. And yet by the stairs just could not get away. He looked at me and kept saying "... Francis ..." as if to pause in memory of a trip. "We were very fortunate to speak with you. We wish you all the best of luck! "

Thursday, February 17, 2000

Appearance 18. It is usually important for a number me.C 'is the problem of the tower. The road, in my opinion and the architect, runs a bit 'too close, and now or in the future, we should build another one reserved for pedestrians. The owner of a handkerchief land that would suit us none of it to sell, even to affittare.Il his piece of land worth a few rupees ... He wants to turn it into gold zecchino.Chi will never be the cat and the fox?
Today I enjoyed a marriage nepalino. And 'This is the stagione.Una beautiful brass band, flutes, cymbals, trumpets and drums. All dressed in red. They played two hours between the temples below sposi.E waiting for the bride and groom arrive on a rickety metal gray Indian TATA, with tinted windows and covered with strips of orange flowers. They arrive via van and immediately, their TATA.Preceduti red line and followed the procession: the children happy, elegant women, men in dark suits. Before reaching the destination in cross lungo e in largo tutta Bhaktapur. In questi giorni ci sono 2-3 cortei nuziali quotidiani. Passano tutti qui sotto.Io pensavo a Flavio e Valentina su una TATA FUCSIA, con la banda, tutti i colori dell’arcobaleno e riso con le lenticchie in giardino. Avevo gli occhi luccicanti e stupefatti.Oggi la banda e il corteo sono tornati qui alle sette; uomini, donne e Bambini molto più numerosi di otto ore prima.Altra musica e poi tutti a casa.E’ la BHAKTAPUR quasi invisibile dai turisti e dalle persone che hanno la sventura di alloggiare a Kathmandu.La MUSICA, qui, è il motore di tutto. Qui TUTTO è molto poco. Sembra proprio che a loro basti.Mi affaccio adesso alla finestra sulla via principale, all’ angolo con la piazza della Pagoda dai 5 piani.Sono eleven at sera.Musica in the distance, a beat with sticks on the ground, a ringing bell, men, manly-manly, walking arm in arm, women are rushing home, no motor giro.60000 inhabitants, Bhaktapur. 60 cars, and yes no.Qualche minitrattorino Chinese drag carts full of people and verdura.Tre days ago 'the sprightly grandmother Uttam has fallen from the cart on his way to a party and was bruised all over, he laughingly told my youngest partner, the future managers in our project. Uttam now must cook bath.Per from his grandfather who served as the window on a city mamma.Chiudo incantata.E who are the cat and the fox still do not know. After the night is
Sudan rimasto al suo posto di lavoro. Grazie ai miei consigli, mi ha detto.Non potevo perdere uno dei miei maestri nepalini. Tutti analfabeti al punto giusto.

Venerdì 18 Febbraio 2000

Stasera abbiamo incontrato il notaio. Lunedì prossimo l’Architetto finirà il primo progetto, dopo ci incontreremo anche con l’avvocato. Io, Uttam e i tre laureati.Intanto il padrone del terreno confinante non cede alle nostre lusinghe. “Non se ne parla nemmeno” ha detto in newari stretto stretto.Alle undici, ora del breakfast, ho chiacchierato con una ragazza marsigliese che gira il Nepal da un mese con il suo compagno.Parlavamo la stessa lingua di Bhaktapur e mi ha invitato a cenare in loro compagnia.Hanno un amico film-maker in Francia che vorrebbe trasferirsi a Changu Narayan.La cena è andata a monte perché alle sette è arrivato il notaio e alle 8 e mezza, massimo nove, tutta Bhaktapur chiude i commerci e le cucine.Restano aperti i portici dei templi.Ieri notte pensavo: io Qui posso scrivere, Flavio dipingere, la Vale danzare, Gaetano suonare e aprire un barber-shop, Cico progettare una rivoluzione e, nel frattempo, occupare il terreno del losco vicino, Mauro insegnare i cartoni animati ai Bambini, Giacomo fare o non fare e star bene, il Boretti aprire una succursale di “Gianni Teli e Tappeti”, la Rocca dirigere il lavoro in cucina...Un appartamento costa sulle 180000 lire al mese. Luce, cibo e acqua two people for about 260,000 pounds per month. About £ .440000 (four hundred and forty thousand) to be divided between two people to pay electricity and rent, eat, drink and feel good. I wonder if once founded a Company can then possibly become a part of other members, "Aliens." And how many ... It 's a matter of permission and Sogni.Il Mare? The Sea is close to Calcutta ... traghettone ANDAMANE.Ci are for the Tamil Nadu and Kerala. Sri Lanka and Bangladesh. Wanting to fly the Tailandia.Ci takes too long to go? Time here, and perhaps only here, is really no clock, and then ... Try to think of a Journey from Nepal to Andaman by bus and ferry, stepping in Nepal, a bit 'of INDIA and go CALCUTTA.Dove on vacation? Andamane.E to what it will take? Three settimane.Tre trend and go back three. It's time to be là.Lontani the realm of near ... They say the grass has more verde.Managgia ...

Saturday, February 19, 2000

novità.L There is a 'tree that covered the view of the valley was green tagliato.Quello behind it but there is still turned , mt.200x100 an area of \u200b\u200babout a hundred meters away from our ground on the hill, in a warehouse in the small brick and cement sfumacchiante "Far" about 300 metri.Volavo about the fog of Lombardy, on the border Emilia, near Piacenza. He expected the OK to land at Linate and turned round. Back in December from Nepal.Guardavo down, sitting next to a child who asked me if there was Gesù.Giù beyond the blue, in blue and below us in flight, there was a sea of \u200b\u200bsoft white, sticking only two red and white chimneys, including a cement (?) nostrano.Qui have sprung up, but not too far away, my two towers black, odorless at first sniff but today is a day of heavy cold and I'm not sure is niente.Vero who are rebuilding the bridge to the right of the temple, two hundred meters from the ground nearby, close to our nostro.Il ... With the best view bella della valle: energetica a nord con l’Himalaya e “L’albero della luce”, fortificante a nord-est con le montagnette di mattoni. A est, più in là, due pinnacoli di fumo. A sud Bhaktapur e la Vita che Le scorre dentro. A Occidente Kathmandu, gli aerei che arrivano e se ne vanno...e l’Italia..lontana un volo.E la nave va. Tra luci e tralicci.E, per edificare la nostra casa, di certo nessun problema per i mattoni. Per non dire delle cave di sabbia, profonde 30 metri, un miglio più su, sulla strada pedonale per Changu Narayan. In fondo omini che scavano e trasportano fuori cestoni ricolmi, con una cinta in testa e ben curvi sulla schiena.E’ un lavoro pagato bene, quattro volte il salario di un maestro elementare nelle scuole private. 8000 lire al giorno per andare su e giù con la sabbia.Dicevo... “Una scavatrice e un camioncino...”. Risposta: “Se metti una macchina gli otto di questa buca perdono il lavoro e quattro volte la paga di un cameriere in Guest-House, ma senza mance, vitto e alloggio.Dall’altra parte del traliccio, dei mattoni e dalla sabbia lontana -quasi come il Mare- l’orizzonte è spettacolo da est a nord. 270 gradi di bellezza. 360 se guardi più in alto, fra l’Himalaya e il cielo.A meno di un chilometro da qui, mirando a sud il sole del pomeriggio, puoi vedere i 5 piani della “Pagoda” in Taumadhi Tole, nel centro di Bhaktapur.Un quarto d’ora a piedi, al mio passo. L’inventore of slow motion in time campo.In reale.Un bit 'artefatta.Sono been five days on the Top Terrace, rocked by the wind and the sun stoned, reading the Kathmandu Post that I am given with breakfast or studiacchiando nepalino.
TAPALAI KASTO Chhai? How are you? MALA SONCHAI Chhai! I'm fine! MALA SONCHAI CHHAINA! I'm not well! The rest of the time I look
Bhaktapur walking plan, buy vegetables and suona.E all pass below at least once a giorno.Ogni walk, every dress, every laugh, every salad I see from my "Roof of the world" to my eyes and my senses to the flavor, color and scent of a mystery as old as bread.
PAUROTI pane.PANI is ... is the water.
Here, where a little 'everything is not the time to rovescia.E padrone.Il country of the Poor who smile. Because of the super-rich "fundamental." A nation that is small and simple as a mystery antico.Ma not know the recipe for the bread ... I miss michetta buono.E I can help meno.Riso lentils and for all! We celebrate the new bridge at the bottom face of the cement nero.In are only two pinnacles of smoke, less good on sfondo.La ship goes on, adagio.Anche if the Sea is a dream.

Sunday, February 20, 2000

NEPAL.Il Ten days near the close seems shady agrees to rent a piece of land (mt.10x4) will open where a pedestrian street, alternative to that for cars that go 10 meters from the tree of light. E 'Uttam calling him così.Mi said that in November, when we bought the land, the cement factory "Far" mt.300 was inactive (It works, apparently, four months per year) and the storage of bricks beyond venire.Solo from two months ago, 'the Chinese (?) masters of steam rented the expanse of land 100 meters from our hill, looking down and toward the sun when sorge.Anche the bedroom window faces the east of Dreams here in the guest-appearance House.La morning 10/11 to get out of bed. At about 8 / 9 I get up quickly, I turn on the water heater (I can not do in the evening because andrebbe in cortocircuito) e spalanco la finestra per lasciare entrare il sole che, raggio dopo raggio, riscalda questi 9 metri quadri di cameretta verde con tante piccole moschicine spiaccicate fra il pavimento e il soffitto.Un’ora di sole che scalda l’ambiente e poi Frenky, pian piano, esce fuori...Anche dentro.Malgrado il raffreddore incipiente e sto’ Architetto che non finisce mai di disegnare.Il bisogno più impellente, adesso, è quello di fare una lunga pipì.
MO’ PISAB GORCHHU Io faccio pipì.
Ecco fatto.C’è una strana allegria in fondo al cuore.Profonda, invisibile ma forse comunicabile fra le righe.Ieri, c’è scritto sul Kathmandu Post, i ribelli maoisti un po’ retro’ blew up 15 cops at once. A 800 km from qui.Incombe a crisis of government because some want to shoot on sight those who want peace and Maoist Maoist killed difficile.Ogni are born stronger than 10 ... So you whisper in giro.I rebels do not accept to participate in elections even if they could count on 15-20% of votes, added to the 35/40% of the common good, would give a sure victory. In 1996 the "subversives" have declared war against the Maoist youth "Democracy" (we celebrate 10 years in this period, the parliament of "Democrats") and here we do not know that fish pigliare.E squabble, without ever forgetting that corruption is part integral of each governante.Rubacchiano to straight and left-handed, he can write the Kathmandu Post. At the beginning of 10 years, so called, Libertà.E You think that someone a nice rivorrebbe RE Reali.Può happen with all powers. Even Me.Fra red ones and the trees of India and luce.ASIA.Fra Cina.C 'is a country that looks like a dwarf among giants, but is more than half of Italy and has a small ventitremilioni abitanti.In this country There is a town called Bhaktapur is called Bhadgaon. Here today, from morning to night, hundreds of children have played merry and happy to be chasing the streets of two masks do not know what dio.Ho everything from the terrace below, until the evening. All whistling; children, in droves, approached the man in disguise and pretend to want to fish, they suddenly turn and runs after them, running away to dozens in a chorus of squeaks and risate.Da morning sera.E 'the season for this game. There are more than 70 days Bhaktapur.Ogni squares in a different location. For Children giocano.Sono happy that more than six thousand Tots Free to Bhaktapur. 60 automobili.Questi the Children are the lucky owners of the city. They are well aware of and play everywhere, even now I hear them laughing, bright, a song from another. At eleven pm on a Sunday Febbraio.Quando of any changes that scena.Donne piangono.Un small procession of women walking two abreast and cry straziate.Sono past now, I've seen the harrowing finestra.Urla resembling bleating of sheep to the slaughter, like me I guess. The pecore.E conto.Ho now the desire to sleep.
MO 'SUTCHHU SUBBHARATRI .... ... Good night ...
Although there where you are now beginning the 90th minute on a ^. And what did the Inter not yet so.Ma I can help it.

Monday, February 21, 2000

We won 3-1 to beat the cousins \u200b\u200bPiacenza.I Lazio.La Juve has conquered Venice and sail at the head of classifica.ULTIME news from Italy. I could not help but ask. Speaking with Flavio and the miei.Flavio dipinto.Sara has ended, 14 months and still going strong, is at her grandparents 'house with a little' of febbre.Chiede asylum here and there, small frugoletta.Fra two days will return to the "Nest." Dad and Mom lives in Bhaktapur lavorano.Qui small Mina.Ha five years ago and wanted to teach me how to count to one hundred in English, writing the numbers. Arrived at 99, and it was a long thing, exploded with laughter out loud: "FIVEHUNDRED" and launched the book in aria.Mi had deceived his hundred ... since then we say goodbye this way: "FIVEHUNDRED! !! "that night I stared face and smile of her father, who is also father of Uttam, while admiring its Mina listens to count to one hundred, he who does not know English. But it can build case.Degli altri.Forse, for the first time, a house will also sua.So that he is happy. He stopped drinking and smoking only a few cigarettes, which are not read to him Marlboro.Troppo

Tuesday, February 22, 2000

We are back to review the terreno.Volevo check, after the surprise, the ' actual and potential negative impact of the brick factory, which is not Chinese but owned nepalina.Cattivo smell zero, although in the presence of wind in our face terra.Sembrano The men who play with Lego bricks stacked in neat piles, one meter high There is little or più.Non rumore.Si feel the wind and even the sole.Il deposit is vast, covering an area equal to S.Siro.Sogno a future transformation of the bricks in balloons, in fact I look at today's slow job , methodical and hard workers nepalini.Il smoke, farther, is in two colors. Grey and White. They say it is not harmful and disappears from view about 20 meters above the small chimneys. Two wires fumo.Ce none other in the valley. There is a bit 'of Lavoro.I bricks are baked with the regular bread distant enough from our point of view on the hill, carried on the old carts are made to dry in the sun on the soccer field of my Sogni.Un seasonal work , before Monsone.I Lego bricks, arranged in a mo 'small fortifications, are white, well you sing with ocher-colored earth. Around are meadows, hills and Himalaya.Con the first rains everything will become green and brick-case.E Guest Home.Dove a terrace with 360 degree views of the valley, Bhaktapur and the mountains will give guest workers the freedom to observe and brick or anywhere else to turn and look at the new ponte.E pensiero.Si works hard there is a wedding after another. Those are the poorest of the bridal night. Of days it takes the band but it costs more than quattrocentomilalire.Quasi all marriages are agreed between the families of sposi.Capita often that "These Latest "you just know. And who have not touched yet, nor with a caress or a marriage bacetto.Celebrato individuals are still at home four days and four notti.Entrambi have time to think a bit 'up. Greetings! And boys!

Wednesday, February 23, 2000

nice having dinner with three professors of universities near New York.Parteciperanno Friday to a conference I do not know genere.Domani will go to the cinema, it often happens that the guests of Guest-House Mr.Nawal let themselves be attracted by my advice. "Caravan", a French director with Swiss francs. Meraviglioso.Quando appeared on the screen the lake shimmering turquoise blue and the young nepalini applauded loud and exclaimed "Oooohhh ...!!!...". I am moved by the applause at the lake and mountains. A few minutes of photographs mozzafiato.Per on the lake, the mountains, the trail, and faces the difficulty of Men and Yak, the danger of the sky and vitality also says the director, the mouth of Monaco Painter "This painting is beautiful because it is wonderful what I picture ... I will say the same Monaco, who became Head Caravan to give a hand to his people "I decided to leave the monastery because it faces 2 streets taught me to always choose the hardest ... ". I had the great fortune to see "Caravan" to "Yahya NEPAL CINEMA", the oldest hall in Kathmandu, in front of the Palazzo Reale.Centotrentaquattresimo day of programming, show noon, at 50 rupees a ticket, like a fine bag of grass Villaggi.Quasi sold out in the tunnel. Bans on smoking but pass on the screen three advertising of cigarettes diverse.Un CINEMA old oratory. Too often open their doors in the stalls and the light disturbs the vision. A film in controluce.Si Sherpa speaks the language, subtitles in inglese.Nessuno understands the "Sherpa", many want but few know how to read English fast enough to arrive on time at the end of sottotitoli.Alcuni not know leggere.Ne risulta un bellissimo film, sottotitolato in video e in audio, con le voci del pubblico del Jaia Nepal Cinema.Hanno “Recitato” tutto il film ad alta voce e poco sincronizzati fra di loro.In Italia, al PLINIUS di viale Abruzzi, li avrei strangolati tutti...Qui, a Kathmandu, è stato il più bel CINEMA che abbia mai vissuto.Al cospetto di un film grande e stracolmo di fatica.E gli applausi al lago turchino, quegli applausi non li potrò dimenticare MAI.“CARAVAN” è uno dei cinque candidati all’OSCAR come Miglior Film straniero. E’ la prima volta che il Nepal più nascosto ed autentico può arrivare alla ribalta dell’Occidente.Qui quasi tutti sperano in una clamorosa vittoria e sono corsi a vederlo in più di centomila, gente abituata a film indiani o nepalini fatti di azione, colori sgargianti, balli e duelli. Molti amano Bruce Lee.La stampa dà ampio risalto alla candidatura all’Oscar di questo gioiellino.In tanti sperano che porterà turismo, che farà venire voglia di NEPAL nel mondo.Anch’io, piccolo costruttore in erba di una piccola Guest-Home, auguro la miglior sorte a “CARAVAN”!!!“Joy&Joint Guest-Home”oppure“La Casa di Frenky”oppure...Sono in cerca del nome.“Joy&Joint” mi piace, è evocativo ed internazionale.“La Casa di Frenky”, forse, mi sta meglio addosso.Dovrei mixarli.FRAPPE’.La terza via...

Giovedì 24 Febbraio 2000

Magnifica la catena.Quella Himalayana.“Come si chiamano quelle cime là ?”“GANESH, primo-secondo-terzo. Maybe...”E che c’importa del nome !Guardalalà la catena che canta e che conta svariatissimi fans.Sette...Erano in sette a occupare la mia terrazza preferita, 3 piani più su della camera dei Sogni, nella Guest-House di Mr.Nawal.Questo pomeriggio alle 6, poco prima del tramonto. Quando il sole, una stella, l’Himalaya e Bhaktapur hanno dato il meglio di se stessi. Da applausi a scena aperta.Si replica. Da domani in avanti e indietro; ogni ricordo è un tramonto diverso...una fine...e una presenza...lontana.E adesso guardala la luna, non senti che canta anche lei ? Ha la voce dello Staff che, con Uttam, stasera ha cantato con me. Ci accompagnavano una chitarra, un flauto, bicchieri, un tavolo, mani e posate...per la gioia delle tre prof. U.S.A. reduci dalla noiosa convention.Prima di cantare avevo detto agli Amici dello Staff, sorridendo forte: “Se fra un anno saremo insieme a lavorare in un posto diverso sarà importante per Noi cantare quasi ogni sera. Se Noi sapremo divertirci insieme di sicuro gli Ospiti, quelli migliori, saranno contenti.Tanto contenti da ballare in giardino. Magari intorno al fuoco dove cuoceremo la polenta !“Welcome Sir...La polenta l’è cotta !!!”.Ma l’Architetto non è ancora pronto, bando ai Sogni e alle bande con la giacca rossa. Siamo ancora alla “Fase uno”, può portar sfiga pensare troppo in là.Al momento c’è solo il Racconto, quasi palpabile, di un Progetto da immaginare passo dopo passo, con una parola che tira l’altra. E tutte insieme chissà se condurranno a un inizio, a una continuazione e, Ganesh non voglia, magari a un finale col BOTTO...!Si va avanti così, day by day, e gli dei io vorrei si occupassero di altre aspettative, più necessarie di ogni mio bisogno.Tramontava lo spettacolo dei monti. Passava un minitrattorino con due braccia di ferro lunghe lunghe a mo’ di manubrio. Trainava un carretto stracolmo di Bambini, fiori e qualche donna variopinta.Saranno stati più forty in less than 2 square meters ... seduti.Ridenti most of the hills of the Himalayas more là.Quando here and I've seen them go on minitrattorino smoking and make his way among the people I felt so much tenderness and I were laughing eyes and sorriso.Ha rice strong even the Himalayas, I wonder if he escaped an avalanche ...

Friday, February 25, 2000 A trip to Kirtipur, on the University of Tribuvhan just outside Kathmandu.Trolley-Chinese Bus comfortable comfortable, £ .200 from Bhaktapur South Stadium centrale.Altre 60 pounds of bus from the stadium up to Kirtipur low . From here a staircase overlooking the valley leading to the original Kirtipur, Newari antica.Case who have 400 years to brick, old wood windows indescribable and beautiful enough to merit a "Stop" ... Today in Kirtipur we noticed a blonde girl, blue eyes. Brought home the water, quite quickly, dragging a bucket rosso.Sono in three, have told me, the little sisters imported daughters of a "Stop" prolonged, a dream, or perhaps ever, a fuga.L 'emotion I was up in the gloom, for the first time in Nepal, to see a girl in a sky blue infelice.Occhi sbagliato.Fuori spin. Stranger. Straniera.In a little world of ancient yellow smiling snouts that look, the little "Blue Eyes" and the two sisters, like little marzianine.Solo impression, personal. Certainly Children nepalini portano il secchio d’acqua rosso quasi allegro sulla testa; “Occhi azzurri” no, lei lo trascina e le pare una fatica assurda.Il mondo newari vecchio stile rispetta “Occhi azzurri”, ma la teme.“Non giocare con la biondina del vicino...”. E’ una difesa strenua di una cultura e di una tradizione. Quattrocento anni di insegnamenti da Nonno a nipote...E tutto è rimasto come allora. A Kirtipur vecchia.Dove ci sono tre Bambine bionde che non sanno perché sono capitate proprio lì.E si domandano dove siano mai finiti i giocattoli CONTEMPORANEI.

Sabato 26 Febbraio 2000

Nuvole. Dentro e in cielo.Dormo.

Sunday, February 27, 2000
Eighteen days spent in Bhaktapur.Sudan, Yam, Atmaram Umes danced for twenty minutes and a wild disco-dance nepalina in the restaurant when he arrived with a good Uttam notizia.Si continue dancing! Guest No part of this sera.A Frenky down a flight of stairs, go into your room 203 which is of Dreams, wearing a brown jacket and boots, with Uttam, toward a goal conosciuta.Anche by you that you look me in deferred . Attention to the head.! The door of the house was architect designed to measure three Uttam.Stiam sitting without shoes and there is always Ganesh ascoltare.Ad to listen to Pink Floyd. "Another Brick in the Wall "...: so we were welcomed, for magic funny coincidence, the designer of our casa.TIKCHHA '. OK Fine. Congratulations on musica.Devi only promise to follow the proceedings from the first brick to infinity. For the rest you only choose the colors bianca.Voglio paper. And minitrattorino with a cart to carry the team colors up and down the lucky Ospiti.7 minutes on the tractor, 5 or 10 by bike and we were walking to the northern gate of Bhaktapur, five minutes walk from Durbar Square and Taumadhi Tole. Two minutes bici.Il tractor will serve only as a shuttle, status and go back through the north door (Bus Park) south of the city's port without nome.Smanetto Home Guest-tune the radiolone China, Moscow's radio che disturba radio Londra.E’ Domenica sera. Porta nord. Porta sud.Cosa avrà fatto l’Inter ?

Lunedì 28 Febbraio 2000
Martedì 29 Febbraio 2000
Mercoledì 1 Marzo 2000
Giovedì 2 Marzo 2000

Il crampo dello scrittore.
Ci vuole “L’allegro Chirurgo”... Ricordi d’infanzia.Per dare energia alla penna e lasciarla correre e andare.A partire dall’ufficio del padrone del “Nostro” terreno per arrivare allo studio dell’avvocato.Lui, il padrone della terra, è uno spettacolo.Ridevamo, io e Uttam, ascoltandolo e guardandolo parlare, un occhio anche al cronometro. Ha pronunciato parole incomprensibili, velocissime e ininterrotte per 7 minuti e 40 secondi. Uttam ha tradotto “Anche lui ha avuto problemi con il vicino”. Poi l’owner ha ripreso il suo discorso. Uttam guardava il cronometro e sorrideva senza mai interrompere. Allo scoccare del nuovo tempo record, 10 minuti di suoni, gesti e rutti...Frenky e anche Francesco sono usciti a fumare una sigaretta perché non potevano più trattenere le risa.Surreale anche l’ufficio, tutto di cemento grezzo con un armadio di metallo verde soldato, una vecchia scrivania, l’orologio appeso alla finestra, la moglie del padrone in un angolo a sorridere, il tea coi biscotti d’annata, una pagina di giornale con la pubblicità della KUKURY CUP di calcio come unico decoro della stanza...a parte me.La mia funzione è solo decorativa, spesso poco intonata.Però mi diverto.Lui parla all’infinito, Uttam traduce una riga, io rido e mi vedo dentro un film allegro di Bunuel. O Bonuel. Chissà ?Stiamo in ufficio da mezzogiorno alle due. Ritorniamo ridendo alla terrazza della Guest-House, sopra Taumadhi Tole, in faccia alla Pagoda dai 5 piani.Una San Miguel beer in attesa degli eventi.Sta per piovere. Chiama l’owner. Sono le quattro e mezza.Si va tutti a Kathmandu dall’avvocato per cercare di ottenere alla svelta i permessi e il mio “Business Visa”...Business Man, ma mi faccia il piacere...Business Man...Con quella faccia...C’è un po’ di Totò in sto’ Bunuel film. O Bonuel. Who knows ... It's raining. After 22 days that are qui.Viaggiamo by taxi: I, Uttam and his father, in front of us in the motorcycle owner and gentle lady. He full-face helmet, white, green, multicolored scarf and her legs on the one hand, as was a volta.Piove stronger. We queued to a vacca.Penso in Cuba, near Santiago de Cuba ... The East. May 1995.Nulla to eat in town. Let's sanctero house, I called him stregone.Con Maykell we sit in front of the "Sanctuary" waiting for a food that may come. It 's all as a mix between Lourdes and Africa Africa.Ricordo ... Now I can think of sanctero the words: "You will find luck and happiness, but not here You will need to dig in Cuba là dove passeggerà una mucca e troverai il tuo tesoro...”. Ci penso con un brivido, cinque anni dopo e in un altro continente: “Avrai a che fare con leggi e avvocati...”...Continuò lo stregone...Ci penso e ripenso quando varco la soglia dell’ufficio del PRIMO AVVOCATO DELLA MIA VITA.Non è possibile...E’ proprio Lui !!!Massimo , il portiere coi baffi dell’Hard-Core Football Club Milano, si è scurito un po’ la pelle ed è diventato avvocato a Kathmandu. Il mio avvocato.E’ LUI. Però parliamo inglese. E non è la stessa cosa.Dice che bisogna contattare vari ministeri, un notaio, ungere qualche impiegato, pagare due o tre tasse, la parcella sua e del notaio e poi...in meno 5 weeks, we will have our Company, with its beautiful capital and nome.IL NAME .... Joy's Home & Joint Frenki Francesco's Dream Happy Dream Home Guest-Hotel Internazionale Milano (Inter Col lawn)

Friday 3 March 2000

JOY & COMPANY INTERNATIONAL JOINT ADVENTURE (J & J ACI)
So, suddenly, in front of three lawyers, the owner's father, Uttam, the wife of the Owner, Uttam and non identificato.E 'only the name of COMPANY.JOY & JOINT. Good luck? In less than a month I should have permission and visto.Fine league and European Cup final in Milan. INTERNATIONAL FC

Saturday, March 4, 2000

say open the doors in August 2001. Odyssey in space and in a different time. Other than that? Today we celebrate SHIVA.Bhaktapur at six in the afternoon and turned off the lights more than a thousand falò.Cena and evening candlelight candela.Fra 7 and 9 in the terrace, watching the city from ' alto.Acre smell of wood smoke, no electric light in the sky full of stars, hundreds of fires ... Smoke ... The outline of the temples and old houses ... Dozens of shadows that walk in darkness between red clouds. .. From the terrace of the show, the mystery is not easy to tell, suspended between hell and the star-'frightening the scene below me, it's scary that there sopra.Ombre the sky, fires, poor people, stars. In honor of Shiva.C 'is a lot of magic around this sera.Si smoking, drinking and playing in every corner where there is a tempio.Questa night I dream, just for a hundred minutes, tomorrow's derby . Fantasista.Due Two goals of zero for us. Internazionale.Sto listening to the CD "Buddhist Chants & Peace Music," the bestselling qui.Lo can listen to almost anywhere in the distance walking in the center of Bhaktapur.Chissà not RobyBaggio luck in the Prince ... if Fantasista 'coach will give his benestare.Continua ...???...

July 4, 2005

have passed five years and four months from March 4 ...... 2000 ... The Piccolo Hotel is called Planet Bhaktapur, a parody of Planet Hollywood to take ... a bit 'all with sorriso.Tre and a half years to build, officially opened on November 18, 2003. A partner in the most since 2002, is called Yam and was a waiter in the Guest-House where he was staying and wrote in 2000. Six sisters and two brothers ... another partner without rupees. Person meravigliosa.Il 4 March 2005 Uttam gone. Quickly. Against a pole with the bike. And leave us alone, just after waking up at the sight of our dream ... of the first travelers to move from when noi.Proprio Paola told me maybe we could work together. Uttam now helps us from Heaven, by Paola makes its Terrestre.Il dream is always the same. Tourists "good" care as "Friends" in the hope that someone here and there, to return home to take a family nepalina distance ... without intermediaries. What they need me aa all staff members and friends (they all come from the guest-house where alloggiai in 2000) is to break even at the end of each month. What a hard task, of 'sti times in Nepal.Noi we will give it all, with our limitations to give us energia.Io I will be present, almost always, Planet Bhaktapur. In Milan I had to rent my Sweaters to get like that in the Kathmandu valley ... I miss Mister X Mancini ... Available to all those who are willing to find. I have a dream "Fine People" ... and I promise, even to myself, a Planet sorrisi.Dentro a valley to discover and live at a slow pace. Wonderfully.
Welcome to Planet Bhaktapur, Welcome to Nepal. Who knows that we will never win a peace, at least here.
Where there is a hidden treasure for all. Credere.Namaste to find o. .. ... with respect ... maximo Namaskar!

2000/2005