March 2008

STOCKHOLM, THE STORY OF A TRIP TO ... "WORK" ... STOCKHOLM

I must apologize to readers of this column brushes for the delay that I have accumulated in the story ... but, you know, the first stories to be told, to be lived, and that takes time ...

trip to Stockholm ...

... and who imagined that Stockholm would have been so different from all other places I've visited here in Sweden ...

Oh, the difference is not they were just so many, but the impression that a tourist (which I call myself) can be taking its first steps in the Viking capital is to be a typical European city ... nothing new, in fact!

But let some order ...

The journey to the capital was one of the most stressful things in the world ... I think there are words like 'wake up at 5.45 "," suitcases to finish "," 20 minutes away on foot to the station, "" ticket machines to print to the station "and" broken machines of the station "can be summarized quite what happened in the first two hours ...

... if you add to this that halfway I realized that I had forgotten his wallet at home (so to will ever need the money and documents in a foreign country?), you can tell us quite simply because I had to give in to aspirin in the early hours of the trip ..

Strange Swedish trains ... the most comfortable with a level of cleanliness I also higher than that of the bathroom of my house (score given by an Italian Trenitalia used to) ...

The only real problem with these vehicles is that I think the drivers that if they bump into the train and then there are human beings, not just a driver enters the train, it automatically turns into Michael Shumacher ...

The stretch to go there also puts its: pieces uphill, downhill parts, inclined parts, suspension parts ...: After less than an hour's journey I had already filled my balls!!

Fortunately, having the holy laptop with me, among other things, a movie and I was able to move quickly on a journey that I expected much more complicated ... Matthew

believe that we have not even started to be realized, given the blow dry 4 hours of sleep that has become dry ... According to legend, arrived in Stockholm, our hero has posed the following question to loser on duty (I): "Ao, Mark, but when x partim that?" "..............................................".

get off the train, we were welcomed by the city in a wonderful way that we would host the next 3 days: a cold that bleated, curses and a wind .... rain .... GOVERNMENT THIEF !!!!!!!

Just outside the station, as usual (if you remember such a thing had happened in Copenhagen that ...) we are left to ask for information such as taxi drivers to get to our hostel without us ... we knew neither the name the same, nor even his address, as we were convinced that in Stockholm there was only one hostel "to ship" ...

Actually in the city, our was not at the only hostel housed in an old abandoned boat: there were "slightly" more ...

Thanks to 7 Eleven and its connection to the internet we were able to solve the intricate dilemma and let us strip (8 euro per head for 3 km one way) from the North African taxi driver on duty to reach our goal ...

the hostel around noon as agreed at the time of booking and when it arrived we are told: "Sorry, the reception opens at 14 ...". But executioner Gantry (better to say so, Vala ...!!) to get a key and put down the baggage I have to wait 2 hours !?!?!?!?!?

ass still burning there, after putting down the luggage into a common repository, we headed towards the old city, looking for a place to eat, with the intention to spend a little (the mayor of Genoa contacted us proposing an honorary citizen ..).

After touring Oretta good with a belly that now was even tired of grumbling, we ended up eating a pizza made by Turkish Economic (teribbbbbbbile! !)...

Now the Turks are here because Italians pretend it's something that I have yet to discover ... all the Italian restaurants are run by Turks or people like that ... now, I understand that Italy is the country's most northern of 'Africa, but it is curious to see how we disguise our citizenship here, while there are other characters who pretend to have it ... bah! After you swallow

abundant quantities of "Anitra WC "and caustic soda to digest the two stones in the shape of pizza we ate, we were then directed, after taking possession of our room and proceeded to make a nice nap, to see the city tour ... continued the next day ... the evening

data clearly we still found it incredibly pizza ... in a place where there was a beautiful wood-burning oven that not all ... see here do not understand how to cook a pizza? ? Clearly, the waiters and the cook was 2 cute characters in Istanbul ... then 200% Italian!

After wandering randomly around the city as a dick for a day and a half (in search of even a shred of medicine Half the influence that he had attacked a decision in those days), arrives Tuesday, the day that would begin the first Swedish conference on GIS systems ...

The conference, as usual, was held in a conference of more "in" Stockholm ...

wonderful place where me and Matt ... we felt important even though the end remain the two any idiot surrounded by a group of genes ...

The start of the games has been quite traumatic: room with 2 bananas and conference that begins in the Swedish language ...

Matthew and I were like illiterate trying to read "War and Peace" ... not even understand the figures ... more to add in this raging hunger that now ...

However, luckily it was just the beginning ... in fact after about an hour and a half empty absolute past to chat on skype with various friends, the large group was divided into several small groups, each of which has followed different courses, this time in English ...

After a day's learning and concealment of sleep (I've learned to sleep with your eyes open like fish ...) in the evening it was time for dinner ...

Matthew and I thought we should have to go somewhere "normal" to eat ... 's useless !!!!!! dinner was held at a restaurant in super-class Italian wine ... (pardòn. .. VINEGAR Italian) and good food in a setting of respect ...

The only handful was the fact that everyone was in suits, while Matthew and I were like two refugees newly arrived in Lampedusa ....

At the end of the meal comes the moment of the games with friends ... That's right here in Sweden at the dinner and at times when you are together it is customary to play various tricks, just to laugh a little ... The game of the evening was to write the title of the songs that were played on the stereo ... just like "Sarabande" but without Papi, but .... with my supervisor who acted as a conductor ... SPQS: are these crazy Swedes .. .

The day after the conference has been following the thread a little bit of the previous day: workshops and spoken English in a divine way by all ...

15 hours, after a sumptuous lunch (de novo) in meat and delicacies of various kinds, SIIIIIIIIIIII PARTEEEEEEEEE!

The return to Lund was held in a totally different way than the outward fact, instead of taking the train as happened in the journey, our mythical Ludvig supervisor has offered to take us up to Lund ...

Shortly before mounting in the car, a question I did, however, some doubt our choice: "Since I'm overwhelmed, do you mind if after a while we give the leadership changes?" ... dialogue between me and Ludvig has since developed more or less as follows: "Mmmmm ... that car are you?" "Audi A6" "Without ...". What can I say ... I am a guy interested in nice cars ...

exchanged at the guide I found out later it meant to exchange even after 50 km (50 !!!!), that is not just out of the city and take the highway ...

This meant that I've done more than 600 km of road driving that car bomb ...

style guide below (especially important for making "sboroni") was as follows: the limits and driving style of the type "sister" until Ludvig was awake; foot on the brick on the gas and limits doubled when the poor man was dozing in the passenger seat ...

Estimated time to reach Lund: 6 hours. Duration: 5 hours and a handful of minutes, including stops at roadside restaurants to eat a child menu "that I accidentally ordered to make sure the cunning of the century, triggering the smiles of the girl (mother topaaaaa!) That was at the bar ... Anyone who knows me, knows what a menu dell'autogrill child can feed my large stomach ...

arrived in Lund at 9 am, after saying goodbye to a even destroyed Ludvig, we ran to our rooms to sleep ... DORMIREEEE ??!?!?!?!?!? But vala ... the evening was the birthday of John, then .... FESTAAAAAA! After a

Galley where I washed only half of my body (arm, a leg, an ear, a foot ball e. ..) for the haste, I am the legendary sling room Thu, now already in an advanced state of photonics dancing, which was really the world! It seemed that all students at Lund Erasmus had arranged to meet him ....

forget the tiredness, I determined to pass one of the best nights since I came here ...

E 'Lund, Erasmus is the people ...... .... and then the bed and sleep very little you can see it ..... but that's okay .... we live up to to get the most ....

Not a bad way of life ...