What Is The Bankrollmob

I am doing really

a persistent morning headache kept me away from usual activities, leaving plenty of time to think about the occasions were not wanting to be sure, when I was a coward.

I remember one in particular.

I had just graduated from, and struggling to recover from surgery rather heavy, the kind that make you go through the hands of excellent technicians and then left to fend for indecent hospital wards, where the risk of a peck 'infection is rare, and where it really comes into contact with the human frailty at the same time when you clash with its harshness.

not m'illudo: these experiences, and nothing else, having built that for me, after all, love.

Migraine still harbor in my head, and then refer to an indefinite future the day will address' the details of these topics I am consoled by the fact that for me are unforgettable because they are not associated with vague, episodic memories, but the scars, the nightmares ... to my eternal existence.

My father, perhaps in an excess of affection, or simply an objective view of my health, I was really a rag, start 'a talk with me about my future: I would not have to worry about, it would was necessary for me to work.

Somehow, if I wanted, I would have been able to keep, happy, of course, of what a middle class family, wealthy but not rich, might have given.

My cowardice is not coming 'lowest ever level could suggest that this premise: Having lived for years alone, I could never bear to have to' go home ', to adapt my pace absurd to those who claims to follow a patient, and so on.

My cowardice is present 'in a much more' subtle, because it concerns only myself, aiming at securing a kind of indecent, scoundrels consolation, a silly excuse to call to complain of my fate.

Already one of my 'dear friends, whose foresight today does not surprise me more', he suggested I consider 'going abroad' to work.

I can admit?

I was afraid of that possibility.

Too often, especially before the last surgery, I sometimes feel bad, you have the sudden dizziness, to feel exhausted by the heat or shivering from the cold ... and feeling faint, subject to ten thousand variables.

And yet, inside me, I began to really understand that for my future, my desire to make physical my occupation, I should really consider to leave Italy.

of my classmates at the university, on the other hand, many had already done, and for years now I think that at least 70% of those with whom I had friendly relations or simple knowledge, are now all 'abroad.

I would be able to endure for the rest of my life the frustration of a mediocre vivacchiare in Italy?

On the other hand around me I managed to do a scorched earth, offending, in a very academic discussion with rose water, a baron, who took the trouble to put around rumors about my being 'a pain in the ass' .

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