The heat murderess. A little 'wetter, a little' warmer and less windy even in Padua. I live like a grasshopper, jumping in the air conditioning air conditioning. If I walk in slippers, but in trousers, shirt and tie just will not quit. This morning, the blessed good intentions on Monday, I tried a bus that has stopped a kilometer from the office, I arrived dripping. Except this event is all a stochastic jump from the cab home, office, with a nonchalance out for their daily needs. Except after eleven o'clock, when the air becomes a bit 'more breathable, even though the temperature here goes down very little compared to Italy.

Thus, various steamed, I start to work. This time I have an office there, although they are always nomadic desk desk. Patience, the coffee is decent. Today I experienced one of those scenes to Ally Mc Beal, when she sees what she dreams in absurd situations, and then wake up and fortunately nothing discover what he had longed for had happened. Well, today my scene was to knock back the chair of my supervisor and a kick in the nether regions. In a week I have changed a kindergarten in a school, taken from the same school and being left alone a nursery with 80 poor children has taken away even what to avoid me plenty of time on the road. So I focus on the opening of school left for me, and rammed down time between a coffee and an intense screening panoramana economic and social Shanghai. Tomorrow is back superboss not dissimulerò dissatisfaction. Anyway that's okay, I'll find a way to exploit the situation, the indecision of others has always stimulated me to decide, the inconsistency of others as cold cynicism.

By the law of balance astral social life is getting better, when I arrived here six months ago was the desert, on Tuesday by sending sms back I realized that I had someone to write more. He has served its return, however briefly, I realize I am more energetic, positive, active. Maybe the last time I was here a little off '. Yes, I would say that I feel reborn, thanks to all the chats, the days spent together, you eat, your dreams, hopes and tales of the past year that I've made sharer. It has been nice to end up with one more year but basically the same, the ones that you know you can rely on. I hope to be able to convey that for me will be the same. I'm going for a paste, I did not bring many things but at least that dal'Italia pound of grain, as will resist my attacks, was successfully established in my fridge.

This however does not think is a great innovation, has always been on the eve of every small or big departure bus, train or plane that was to be taken. After four months in Shanghai is time to take a break and, after a year, return at home for three weeks of vacation automeritata. On my return I find the perspiring limbs of my colleagues intent to open schools, better to focus on the immediate future.

Yesterday I attended a wedding where you only carry the photo of one of the soup because it's nice. The groom is an "old" AIESEC alumnus who invited us. He Indian, she Shanghai. Marriage has reserved surreal moments of Chineseness, for the series if they are not random and do not want them all was still bathed with a fair amount of last-decent alcohol. After party with Indian family room and large group tends to AIESEC drinking game we left the hotel for an extra luxurious life in a club to return to 6. Really good day, especially since I managed to do some 'shopping in Shanghai in the morning in the place where even contracted something. Today I had only to pack and here I am, an hour and a half before the train, to write on the blog that I'm late. Yes, you idiot. I go.