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As is becoming customary now, I wake up at 7:10 in a pool of sweat. From 7 to 8 is programmed to cut the electricity and the fan in my room ends his saving work at night. All night and every night I have to put up with the noise of the fan absolutely not pleasant, it seems to sleep in a gallery in Rome in the summer. But I go down willingly to terms with the noise if it means save me from a lazy and hysterical unequal struggle with heat. Stalls a bit in bed, I get up, go outside for a breath of fresh air in the morning and already I hear the sound of car horns neurotic that overlap on the roads. The horn button is the heart of India. If anything should arrive in India and did not hear the din of car horns means that something big is about to happen, take it as an ominous portent, as the arrival of a massive invasion of locusts.

Gradually all the zombies that inhabit this house begin to wander slowly through the various rooms in search of something that can never find: a fresh angle. You might as well have breakfast ... with a nice cup of tea! The only thing we have in house that can act as a lubricant in the morning. Table appear in a series of seemingly unrelated things: eggs, jam, bananas, rice, cucumber, honey, all that until now we were able to buy and that we use interchangeably in qualsiasi pasto del giorno. Arriva il momento della doccia, questo si che dovrebbe rimetterci al mondo. Ovviamente non esistono né caldaie né scaldabagno, ma non penso questo rappresenterà mai un problema qui. Entro in bagno ed apro l’acqua in attesa di quel guizzo che risveglia le membra, di quel guizzo che fa salire un brivido lungo la schiena e fa ricordare che siamo diventati esseri fragili non più in grado come un tempo di resistere alle intemperie. L’acqua arriva, ma è calda! La cisterna dell’acqua è collocata sul tetto, soggetta anch’essa al riscaldamento globale, pertanto quando fa caldo la doccia è calda, quando fa freddo la doccia è fredda; una logica tanto semplice quanto sconcertante per chi must live with it!

The days of training with on overview of some of the projects on which work is finished. Roberta's CE.SIE is shared for Palermo last night. From today we are left to ourselves, with no Italian staff reference and coordination. But it is a good start today is a national holiday and day off then!

spent the day at home, and to create common spaces, to discover the surprises that hide damaging the shelves, to remove at least the first upper layers of filth from surfaces, to make it clear to insects (also and especially with the bad ) that there are new owners not very tolerant. Hunting is the cockroaches more exciting, just try to move a chair or a piece of furniture, huge cockroaches scamper out and start running around the house causing some consternation among all the tenants. Books and slippers are the most effective weapons, but it seems that there is a theory that if you kill a cockroach soon it will reach many more in revenge. Uncertainty I'll kill them anyway. But the real struggle is with the ants. The kitchen is practically its own territory. These are days that I feel all: lemon, spray insecticides, detergents, but the infamous lie (those that survive) and pop out after a while '. Then I try to dig out from their hole, I detonate a chemical bomb in their headquarters, but here the mattina dopo escono fuori a migliaia da un altro buco e così via. Ok, sono pronto a scendere a compromessi: voi vivete qui ma non avvicinatevi al cibo sugli scaffali, io siccome non mi fido, compro una serie di barattoli di plastica che diventeranno il fort apache del cibo.

La casa nonostante tutto non è male. A parte le stanze da letto (piccole, senza mobili e con materassi sottilissimi), gli spazi comuni sono enormi e ci sono abbastanza scaffali per il cibo e tutto il resto. I bagni very minimal: un lavandino, un buco a terra ed un tubo per la doccia. Per lo meno è facile e veloce da pulire. Ma l’aspetto più interessante sono le pareti: di un rosa trash-chic che danno un certo touch naive environment.

spent all day cleaning, cooking, washing dishes and shopping, as in a normal home university. And as in a normal home university, the first thing is that you go to buy toilet paper, invaluable companion of life for all children aged 20 to 30 years, the best alternative solution for home and not any shortage.

After Dinner begins with a maddening search to scrounge the Internet. We have already made the request for a new connection, they told us who will soon. I have the strange feeling that this "short" last week. But it is useless to complain, you begin to enter the order of Indian ideas: everything has its time, the time it takes its time, a perception of men is one in which time passes too quickly. My attitude toward time is a compromise between human perception and time in India, I have no time to be in a hurry.

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