I use this phrase as a topic, because that is how I called my friend Kiappu and I liked it so much. Puru Thanks!
Anyway, what say? In a week in Venice I waded through the city (the river had access at home, instead of the path). The high waters have taken me all over. But the worst is that I took with the fever (39)
laryngitis and a medical textbook. With this, I had obligations to attend, so I tried to resist as best I could and keep me up to discuss my thesis. The thing went well (110 and praise me alive!) but got home my body, held up by sheer force of will, collapsed: I started throwing up spray for a week (forgive the poetic image). 
But I'm happy. The Twingo was me, because for the rest I met good people, with whom I hope to continue to stay in touch, both professionally and humanely. Ahead of me have also proposed new job opportunities and retraining, so really I can not complain.
Now I leave my personality as a scholar and I isolate a week in the hills of Umbria, where he'll wear the clothes of Akamias, the most aggressive of my various personalities, and spend seven days to eat, play and scratch my belly! Hurrah!
I leave you with a picture of the street where I lived:
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