We start from Shanghai, I have not seen much. I can hear my friend A. I screamed in his ear that makes no sense to turn to Congress without seeing the city, but there it is .. I am confident that Shanghai will not fail to return. Arrived in 12 hours a day before the night away, we set to work by training the first group of facilitators selected Chinese ever in this country. And the day after street between morning plenary, time management, little big logistical problems of a fledgling OC.

I agreed to do even the Chairman, I admit, for the sake of the challenge. The July conference was for AIESECers "experts", with different objectives. This was for new members and students at the start. What I wanted was to deal with a whole three days in the balance between energy and motivation and strong enforcement of the times. E'andata, and I am very pleased with the outcome. Because as always the little things that make a difference .. a plenary session that China will respond "you bitch" when calling "hey AIESEC", a group of people who appreciate your work, that nominee will eventually say "thanks for the motivation you gave me."

After a month and a half I finally physical and mental condition to go to find the MC (National Committee) AIESEC Mainland China. There being seen in July , just took office, I wanted to see how it fared after the summer months. After about five minutes I was enlisted for the 'SRB for the entire weekend (Student Review Board - The selection interviews to do for the students to partenz for abroad), 10 minutes later as Chairman for the Regional Conference of Induction Shanghai (for the central and southern China). So here I am leaving tomorrow night train to use this opportunity to see the economic heart of China. A Monday!

After a birthday, a club, a sleep of three hours, woke up at eight o'clock on Sunday morning, a full day of interviews to the Review Board of AIESEC, a fight ... After everything I went to take a shower. I did not watch the meter for hot water only relaxed after several hours, which no doubt will get tired. Well, I'm back on the eleventh floor, where I live (remember that the shower is at -1). Music, classical music at midnight, every night when you do not know why there is a war sub woofer, and all randomly roam the pilgrimage to the bathroom floor and peering from room to room exchanging a few words before going to sleep. But this time it's just a small party-room, a dozen survivors 8 hao lou , a beer, meet friends and loud music. And the atmosphere reminded me of my first days in Beijing, attracted a multicultural ambience very special warm you up (for the "nations" involved). And so on to the Russian and Burundi who scagnano (fight) like cats and dogs, a little 'to play a po'sul seriously because no one knows Bob Marley and the other sings Africa United. The American who goes out with beer catches fire the blanket due to incautious fliccata (flick to be, verb to which about ten years I do not find Italian correspondence). And then the Japanese go to buy beer and come back with a serving of instant noodles-smoking, the Grenadese (Where is Grenada? Hehe, here ) who writes at home while drinking baijiu Indonesian Rwuandese that learns from a fellow Yemeni (arabo!) in a club we tried with him singing " wish your girlfriend . " And the Italian looked at this moment, taking a break from his beer, tendando to photograph you with these words.