...The Begining of The End...

Every hour, Every Minute every second that passes by, brings me closer to the end of my sojourn in Italy. I have approximately 25 days left. The very funny thing is that it has not dawned on me yet that this is over! The situation is not helping this either, my tasks are getting more complicated by the day, for one moment I had this deep urge to abandon everything and head straight home, but the thought of a compulsory 1 year volunteer service that I still have to do brought me back t o my senses. I guess it's all like this because I have not secured my next move. This week, a lot of cool internships were opened, even one in Italy, the one in Italy fits me just like a second skin, however I do not want to set very high expectations, I will just do the best I can in making a good application, then I keep fingers crossed.

In the meantime, I think I made my last trip to Rome (who knows, I might be making many more trips) and some thing really funny happened. Rubens and I went to a University Pizzeria to have lunch; afterwards we decided to have a coffee and cappuccino respectively. Right in front of the Bar, there was a canopy with chairs, so I was trying to get chairs over to the only free table because Rubens had his ankle fractured. I observed this young man “wanna be" (he should be in late 20s) who was laughing away his life with 3 girls that had boobs so big that for one moment I stopped to think if it was all theirs (who knows, Maybe they were borrowed). You could clearly see that the guy was so happy to be amongst these girls who obviously were not in the same social class with him. Just as I was nursing these thoughts in mind the unthinkable happened, I was trying to move the chair over this guy because there was no space to move it around, Rubens was approaching with a cup of Hot Macchiato Coffee, the chair hit the coffee off his hands and the cup went face down, heading squarely for this guys head! The coffee was so much that it did not just stop at hitting his head and dazzling him out of his fantasy, but it went ahead to his smallish white T-shirt, in seconds, the shirt got a map of Europe and Africa on it, the next second, the white T-shirt looked more like a military camouflage.

The funny thing about this whole thing is that the girls who were laughing with the poor guy before he was hit by 100degrees centigrade macchiato coffee bust out laughing at him. Sincerely, it looked real funny! I couldn't help but join in the laughter. The guy took one look at me, he was probably boiling at a temperature hotter than the macchiato, the only thing that stopped him from throwing a punch at me was that I was a head and neck taller than him, I probably was also 30Kgs heavier, so getting into a fighter with me might be suicidal for him.

The look on Rubens face equally was one to get you laughing without control, in the end I felt sorry for him, just at about the same time the girls stopped laughing and everybody started petting him, I probably said “mi dispiace” 100times that afternoon. In the end, one of the girls provided an ass wipe (that was the only thing available) so we tried to clean of the coffee from his head and hair, in the end, it looked like he was going bald, the fluid on the ass wipe kinda blended with the macchiato and formed a very good mixture, when the girls were through with his hair, his hair looked like Berlusconi‘s, looking like he used the Best Gel money can buy! But the Bad thing about this accident imposed “Berlusconi Looks” is that he was now wearing a camouflaged T-shirt, that's not exactly like Berlusconi, in the end it looked like one of those phoney pictures of Berlusconi's head wearing a camouflage, the type of picture you see as a joke on Time or Economist Magazine

Anyway the poor chap asked Rubens for his mobile number because according to him, the T-shirt cost a lot, so if he doesn't succeed in removing the stains, Rubens might have to buy a new one for him! He had to hold unto something, Poor GuyL