past week without success to significance historical, but the absence of my simple-minded medium forced me into silence. Was traveling to Europe and as usual we stayed longer than necessary. The fact is that the Italian air for a while 'time is not good. It blows with currents that are too pessimistic for a libertine spirit like his. Here we always talk of crisis and unemployment, and people find themselves without work and aggressive. Fortunately Bobo, the faithful puppy gattomammone , had found one of his genius, launching the new national game of "rounds" . Just hours after the opening of hundreds of citizens inscriptions depressed by the crisis had come forward, be sure to find both a fun way to vent their aggression and a new job, useful and socially respected. That play is an option of employment policy has already been successfully fox from that of Saddam Hussein in 1990, when thousands of unemployed soldiers returning from the front to Iran were quickly redirected to a new playing field in Kuwait. Since ours are a bit 'more self-sufficient of Saddam, a war game export have preferred the more familiar variation of urban warfare.
But I digress. I said that last week historical events have occurred. The most important was undoubtedly the fact that I ate a memorable evening of Tuesday February 17, helped by astral combination of two contingent events. The first was the assertion of my roommate in the regional elections in Sardinia, which inspired him enough to convince him to celebrate with a fabulous agape with specialties of the island, where among all the dishes dominate the phenomenal roast piglets. Meat was tender, and flavored with an ethereal essence of fat spread that made a succulent in its lightness, a dream, a poem to wish for new elections in Sardinia each month. I already had my nose buried in the fumes of the bowl when suddenly a phone call interrupted the dinner of the humans before they could start it. He was a friend of the Democratic Party, which announced to my roommate il secondo, decisivo evento di quella serata indimenticabile: le dimissioni di Veltroni .
Ascoltai la conversazione che ne seguì con un orecchio solo, mentre tutti gli altri sensi erano rapiti dal mistico porcetto, senza presagire ciò che di lì a poco sarebbe successo. La prima reazione del mio amico fu di gioia: si confermavano i sospetti sui nuovi orientamenti amorosi dell'instancabile stalker dialogatore, e si rafforzava la speranza che la persecuzione fosse finita. Nell'ultimo post avevo dato conto del fatto che Walter si fosse inacidito nei confronti del mio compagno e che avesse pure smesso di gironzolare sotto casa nostra e di cercarci al telefono. Inoltre some cats had revealed that he had accidentally stumbled upon Caesar, Veltroni's cat disappeared a month ago without a trace, in a forum dedicated to the assistance of anonymous association feline roommates with psychological discomfort. Despite the camouflage adopted 
the occasion, Caesar had been discovered in the act of gathering advice from cats Jungian fetishistic on attraction of which he has fallen victim to his companion for a ' image with which to try days in vain to start a dialogue. But just as my balio rejoiced, Telesina blanched face and slapped a hand on her forehead. "No, no, no!" cried the gentleman usually quietly. Everyone turned to look at him. At the table were old friends: Cicchitto and Publio Fiori, related to my companion from an unconventional past of youth, and Dell'Utri and Schifani , my roommate for a real extended family . The questions begged the wise Telesina looks for an explanation. He pulled himself together, with a gentle manner disgiunse his hand from his forehead and hid under the table. Then, with as much softness turned his head towards the phone, which rang at that moment. "Here is the answer," spoke with the solemnity of an oracle. Meanwhile, my palate was bidding farewell to the last bite of piglet.
"Hello?" Said my friend. "Ah, Doctor ... she is ... oh yeah ... here is no, we're here ... festeggian ... yes, no, yes, of course ... we have heard, yes ... .. Velt . So, here are our friends ... yes, friends, friends ... good, active hands now. " My companion, swallowing, said: "It's the doctor." The eyes fell to the ground. "Maybe it's better that we sit there." The sentence came as music to my ears. On the table, untouched meat palatability of piglet shuddered. In a moment the dining room was empty: she was all mine. He started there as the living room next to the doctor's voice bounced off an adventure of unparalleled taste. From my heart, a corner of gratitude to the people flew sardo, Walter stalking and the doctor.
while consuming the historic binge, the doctor re-explain for the hundredth time the basic rules of a game very important, that my roommate and all his clan take it very seriously. The game, called "The Democratic Rebirth Game , is a competition, designed for a team of Italian government, which is to achieve the greatest number of tests prescribed by a regulation . The "doctor" is the arbiter, which judges the progress of the team and gives or subtracts points depending on the number of tests passed and failed. The doctor may also intervene directly to help a team in trouble, in case an important test to have poor outcome. And so it was that night. Maybe someone's lover complex games can interest to know some details. Carry-over then under the phone call between the doctor and my friend because, as mentioned last time, there is hope that we can read in the newspapers.
"What mminghia shta happening, you want me spiegaje, ah?"Click
"Doctor ... refers perhaps a. .. Veltroni's friend ..."
"What mminghia ji facishte to chistu povejo Velcioni, eh? Alloja But you did not understand a beautiful mminghia!"
"Ehr ..."
"Go to prendeje illo jegolamento beam, mmi ingazzando that I am! "
" Wait a minute ... here ... yes, we, we have the regulation before his eyes. "
" Go to Chapter pjocedimenti "
" ... like ... rain ... "
" What? I pjendi little ass? "
" Oh no, here, friends here readily point out to me the chapter: PROCEDURES, of course, here it is. Nice chapter, very beautiful and very well written. "
" Shtai shut up and read. Read the section 1d and the cialascia parendesi. "
" Where ... ah is this? Okay ... ehm ehm. So: in If not use the same financial instruments for the immediate creation of two movements: one on the left and one on the right . "
" You see that there is shcritto? Two movements. Not one, two! So, we want the demograzia chistu in countries or not? The vulgar Daje chiste demograzia au popolu faje it alone or do we want? You know how those end up all alone faje want? It tells you something Lojeto square? "
" Yes it is a doctor square in Milan, but ... what can I do ... not ... The Italians are free to choose ... I love ... "
" Libejamende a horn! Mo 'shtai us with all these broken-down television stations that only ttieni chest. You garantije survival pajtito FTAA, the capiscisti? Otherwise demograzia is mica. You dittatuja, and dittatuja not last! "
" The company ... mine? "
" Mminghia. Chistu is just foolish. Marcelluzzo, Gianninu, you're there? "
" Yes doctor, we listen. "
" We'll explain you, favoje, which I'm very ingazzando. "
" Yes, Doctor, do not worry, everything settled down. "
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Just then left the kitchen, licking his whiskers. The great game he had conquered all as usual, and they were so focused to discuss new moves that they forgot to eat. I retired to my favorite chair and dreamed the Sardinia.
