seem to be able to write only on Sundays. But it is no coincidence: after a full day in office banging her fingers on the keyboard and especially with the eyes that flipped up and down and right and left of the screen just like a ball tossed into a game, at night you have little desire to repeat at home. So Sunday night it becomes time to take advantage.
The last two weeks have been intense rich dense unabated. Fine!
After Sunday Superbike racing at Imola, Tuesday and Wednesday after a trip to Paris for Auto World Fair. Vabbhé, I was in the press room from 7 to 16 see a new car without firing a 9 hours non-stop non-stop barrage (is not it, one - to stop, not now - I could not given) but it was still a great experience and after all I managed to exchange words with the press of a responsible manufacturer, able to make myself understood his answer to my question in a very political.
I was worried about returning home by car from Malpensa Airport alone, late at night after a few hours of sleep and pulled a lot of work, but at 2 am I was in the shower at home!
E at 9:30 for work upgrading video with pictures and articles until the evening to feed the information needs of readers for the rest of the week
The weekend was quiet but could not be otherwise with the clutter of hours of sleep to recover. Saturday past at the table between the first dinner "intragenitoriale" : things are easier when you know more than twenty years and does not take away the fun and dinner with a friend and her cousin had not seen for some time. Sunday morning, but I missed my first race bike for psycho-physical reasons (I could not face it, next time I will prepare better 
returned to work Monday morning I was struck cold by the new: the same evening departure to Cologne to replace a sick colleague at Intermot The biennial the bike! The only thing that bothered me was to go back to Malpensa then home again alone. For the rest, but I was already drooling!
So at 10 pm I was around Cologne very nice and tidy, a nice old town with a town hall and a beautiful Gothic cathedral (too bad for a punk beast that we turn around and the smell of their needs), which complement perfectly the modern railway station. In addition, a fine Roman museum where various artifacts have been preserved, including a nice piece of floor. Congratulations, and here Italy has to learn. Among other things, the 17th in Cologne one night in late September is a great hit in the ass! Perfect to enjoy a beer in peace at the counter of a pub in the town hall square. And because the glasses are 20cl (x € 1.60 each.), I granted an encore, do so without burdening the company coffers.
The next day, I was in the press room at 7:30 to grab a place aggressive mindful of the experience of Paris, but between car and motorcycle passes an ocean: to my surprise I found myself in the company of boys from an Italian site. It is enough! To enter the halls had to wait for 9! I had known, I would sleep calmly ... but from 9 to 15 as I shot a fifty pavilions for photographing the photographs (and even infotografabili , animated or not!) and exchange few words on the fly with press officers and marketing of manufactured homes. Then at 16 I was at the airport to accommodate the first blow of images just to get ahead at home and at midnight, just to see the final X-Factor (pity for Emily!) and Wednesday through Friday in the newsroom to crank it hard.
goes without saying that this weekend had a very slow pace with day started very late but finding an opportunity with Anna to win a vigorous fight against time Sit on the floor ceiling armed and mobile vacuum cleaner good will and sense of responsibility (Trallallero trallallà!) .
Finally, we blessed the usual bruschetta on Sunday evening (Asiago, bacon, sausage, grilled peppers, hot pepper oil and oregano), together with a 75cl Chimay, looking at the usual adventures NCIS, now sit back on our first couch!
Only three little thoughts before I finish:
1. First time in Paris! I had a good guide who unfortunately was dying to go to sleep while I had not the slightest intention. It was night and we would have to get up after a few hours, but the excitement of being in that city kept me standing. We were lucky to find 18 degrees at 11 pm, but the life he walked the streets drank and ate in bistros and discuss politics and literature knows else in the small library it hit me. Is justified by my provincial origin, but in spite of my city is small it does not follow a direct route to that is to go to bed after the carousel, for wanting to have the potential. If you like, seeing and exploitation. I need to know if anyone in Paris protest against joie de vivre of its citizens and tourists ... 
2. The Italian transport suck! is not anything new but every time you go abroad and he has the experience you run! Both Paris and Cologne took me a few minutes to the trip airport / city center / hotel or fair / airport at an acceptable cost. Airport (international) Malpensa will store better than those of de Gaulle and Cologne / Bonn, but the Milan central railway station there is nothing but a bus must pass through the highway and hope there are no problems Otherwise, for the trains must move to the Cadorna station or Bovisa, spending a lot '(€ 4.55 1st class or € 3.05 for 2 °) and an average of 32' the Malpensa Express covers 50 km to reach the airport. Or spend a principal victim of the cartel of taxi drivers.
Cologne Central Station is opposite the southern part of the fair ( crossed the bridge over the Rhine, are in the historic center! ), cross the road and € 1.40 in the 20 'average six airport.
3. Go to the halls I liked! Even Paris was a great experience while in Cologne have enjoyed me because I ran without limits for myself photographed independent I talked to heads of houses and I made some ideas before writing the articles.
makes me smile, thinking about the other side of the coin: the previous work experience were not as exciting but for them they had a good salary and this time I do a good job, what I like to do e. .. Enough!
have been two weeks that made me feel involved that made me give something (information) to someone (the players) but that gave me too much because it made me realize what I like and what they have brought.
If I came home from Fosca, would have been perfect. 
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