Just words

It's like when you swim under the water and you hold your breath. All is dark down there, but you have to keep swimming to reach the light and start breathing again. This is what I felt in the last months.

Although, I do like swimming under the water and exploring the seabed. I much prefer seeing lights and colours. Breathing again and observing the horizon on the sea.

If I don't stop to see dark when it's light, this blog will become the most boring journey in the most boring soul of a young woman.

Back in England

I know, I know... it's terrible... I haven't written anything for about five months. If it is of any consolations I always thought about doing it, but I have been too busy on thinking...
Well, actually a few things have changed since last time I updated my blog and will try to summarize them very quickly. I left South Korea the 3rd of November last year and as soon as I got out of the mad Korean rushing life, I missed it. Fortunately, I did not have much time to feel particularly nostalgic, as we jumped in a plane to Bangkok ready to enjoy our SIX- and I say SIX- weeks holiday. We spent a couple of weeks in Thailand, first in the capital then in a lovely island called Ko-Lanta. I loved the spicy fresh Thai food and the gorgeous beaches. I have to admit that, at first, the big move from the Korean working life to the heaven made quite difficult to appreciate silence, calmness, the absence of schedules to respect, long hours of sleep and being barefoot all the time (which I love!). I got there pretty soon, anyway.

Then, we went to Vietnam and visited Hanoi, which was like a lovely mixture of French and Chinese images and colours. Pity for the pollution, though.
A quick trip to the historical Hue whose changeable and nasty weather was more impressive than the city in itself...
Hoi-An: it was like a small pretty painting missing the frame. Even the houses seemed to be painted in watercolours. Adorable.
We got a couple (or more) of tailor made suits and they haven't fallen in pieces yet.

We spent the last two weeks back in Thailand, before the big return to Europe. I went to Italy to finally visit my family and Rob went to England. After reciprocal visits and bla bla, we are now back in the UK and preparing for the next move: LONDON.
No Hong Kong as planned, no Spain or France, but London. I love London. Although, it is painfully expensive and I am dying to have a job, I love this city.

So, that's it. I am here and starting again. New life, new job (hopefully very soon!), new flat (soon as well, I hope!) and new... no, boyfriend is still the same :)

A presto

I am wishing my life away.

Ci sono momenti in cui tutto cio' che si puo' scrivere sono parole sciacquate di senso e se si pensa di pubblicarle si opta per il silenzio.
Ci sono momenti in cui ci si sente risucchiati da un vortice di doveri, impegni, scadenze e tutto cio' che si puo' fare e' evitare di urtare cio' che improvvisamente ti appare davanti.
Ci sono momenti in cui pensi di vivere la vita in un vagone della metro, con la testa penzolante di sonno e l'Ipod con low battery. Solo scansi le persone che incontri per le scale, mentre corrono per prendere l'ultimo treno e ti urtano malamente. E pensi come sarebbe carino se accennassero un gesto di scuse.
Ci sono momenti in cui cammini piu' lentamente e gli altri ti sorpassano, e tu vedi una macchia verde in lontananza con un numero familiare, ma non hai intenzione di accelerare il passo, ancora.

L' unica cosa che intendo fare velocemente e' contare i giorni prima di partire per una lunga vacanza. Ho amato la Corea, ora sento solo un forte feeling di non appartenenza, e nostalgia per cio' a cui sento di appartenere.
Fra sei settimane partiro' e finiro' la mia avventura coreana che appena cominciata sembra essere gia' finita. La sensazione di rabbia, stanchezza, insoddisfazione e costante fretta si sciogliera', ben presto, al caldo di un sole thailandese.

Ci sono momenti in cui augurarmi di essere altrove e' deleterio, ma altri in cui e' solo confortante.

Sanghiopsal or not sanghiopsal?

This is what I had tonight for dinner : 삼겹살 (sanghiopsal) korean pork barbecue.
Lovely but I am never able to enjoy it since the only thing that I keep thinking is that it's actually 3 layers of fat laying in a grid with an add of fabulous kimchi.

I am worried about my cholesterol but my boyfriend keeps pointing out that these are just ideas made up by hippies.

I do think cholesterol does exist and we all should watch it out.
At the same time I keep eating :) :(

Time flies...

I am now 30, celebrated just two weeks ago.

The feeling that time is rapidly flying terrifies me, but at the same time it's quite exciting as it means that it will bring new things into my life.

I am not sure if I am really happy to have reached this age...I would have delayed it, probably. I feel kind of depressed sometimes, often old, always late for something undefined.  

The urgency of achieving a form of perfection in every thing bears down upon me, even though I know I will never reach it.  So, I know I will always be unsatisfied.

However, my birthday party was great. Rob took me to an amazing restaurant on the 33rd floor. I loved contemplating Seoul by night from that hight. 

Next day, sangyopsal (barbeque pork) with a few friends was lots of fun.

Here some pics:

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=109011&id=616436158&l=7fd8854201

The eternal Berlusconi's Kingdom

The soap opera called "Berlusconi and his veline" continuous to amuse the audience of different countries and to disgust Italians. A part of them- but not the majority apparently- feel trapped in a Republic which has become the Berlusconi's Kingdom now.  

Now, the "Hero" is fighting against a plot from the Left part which, as he says, has persuaded his wife to seek divorce and to end an era of scandals.  But Berlusconi strongly denies to have had fun with the young damsels of his castle, in fact he just admits a paternal and loving behavior toward all of them. That's why the blond and young girl, wearing a tight but innocent dress, calls him Papi at the ceremony of her 18th birthday...

Will our (their) Hero escape from the evil power and conspiracy of the Left? will he be able again to slide out of false pretences, save his Queen Veronica from the Left gremlins and confirm his immortality? 

Don't miss the next episode, coming soon to all the newspapers!

Condoglianze

Se per tutto questo tempo mi sono chiesta cosa fosse "il senso d'identita'", cosa significasse identificarsi con una nazione, un luogo o un popolo o whatever, oggi posso dire che e' EMPATIA. Senso di solidarieta' profonda e condivisione.

Almeno e' questo cio' che ho sentito oggi, guardando sul web i funerali di Stato per le vittime del terremoto in Abruzzo. 

E' anche mia la terra che ha tremato, che ha distrutto, che ha ucciso. E' la mia gente, quella che e' morta.