The other day I was sent to a local facility to obtain a health certificate. The above is a document that looks something like an identity card, but that can work in certain environments such as Food & Beverage.

And so I, and connects more than we get in this place where we await the first row in the fun part of the procedure: record. Of the three, two foreigners and all still dressed office could not pass unnoticed to many fellow adventurers and staff, including two Grannies beyond the glass. Funny photo of the moment, we are too high, please ingobbitevi, or do not come out. Name? And the fellow Ecuadorian rattles off the rosary. Small problem: China's software does not accept filenames longer than 5 characters. Curtain to shorten the name with the old lady who wanted to shorten the sex "Evil" (male) written on the passport instead of the name of his colleague.

Second part, the 'theoretical examination. Please enter a classroom where a recorded TV that seems to be there for the event reads from a book with a Powerpoint behind so crammed with characters that yes, he is reading the Powerpoint, not a book. We pick the exam with several questions written in Chinese and respond. Although the result will be a weekend I have already successfully passed: the test solutions were printed on a billboard on the left of the tv in the chair. And what do we do about it, is already so much that everyone can understand the mechanism and write the name. Farce.

Third party, you pay (72 RMB) and starts the visit. I omit any comment on the glass tubes of blood test open air (which is more style in English), Dr. (even granny) palpating the chest randomly talking to her colleague and other details. I must say though that the software with barcode is efficient, at each station a beep on the package keeps track of all the exams.

Thanks, goodbye, withdrawal from 10 days. I think if you're not dying the text you pass it for sure. Better than nothing though.

With the above certificate and passport I can credit my pass Olympic, next week in Beijing.

And 'with embarrassing delays that tell you something that was written. That comedy relief my friend Alberto, an occasional chat Intercontinental, I asked if considering that he met the legendary Prof. Biffis in London I had a message for him.

As is common knowledge at Ca 'Foscari University of Venice, the professor is an authority. Even more crucial, is responsible for many of the compulsory examination and a rock called "Economics of Financial Intermediaries" who can deal with the book is so obvious that you do not pass the same. There are three types of results: trombati be loud (majority), enough to get by (majority of non trombati) or go with a good vote (elect children of enlightenment, future men-mastrino-finance). For the avoidance of doubt, this paragraph is in the historic present, I have no idea how are the exams now.

Anyway, I passed the test pile. At registration the personality of the professor can be discovered. "What do you want to be?"'re Ready to be something that wedges cold in the mind of one who would only register a vote. The look that compares the response to the final grade is eloquent.

The professor, however, is also the one who beats on learning English, what the end of the course will send a clear idea that banks are always ready to take advantage (I keep ...), he tells you to go a bit 'out to experience and purchase securities knowingly do fruit more of Tiscali. It is also the one who asked for a table of AIESEC spritz a little bar in Venice at San debut Job "AIESEC in my day was a mafia." In short, a character.

And 'all this in mind I wrote two lines to Alberto and getting a laugh. A week later I remain surprised to receive an email from the professor, who has not only received the message (Alberto ... I know), but invites me for a drink off in Shanghai.

Professor, I do not know what the exact message delivered by the London-based character, but that did no compensation. As I said, it is rare to remember something studied at university, this is already an achievement!

However, it was a very pleasant chat, and view "prosecco" included. He talked about how it Foscari, Italy, the Italians here. There was talk of a private, he said of China. And thank you for the prosecco that I violate the Privacy naming imaginary people and events related to non-random events drawn from the last disclaimer of Paramount Pictures. Anyway, thanks for chatting Professor.

Only yesterday were proclaimed three days of national mourning for the victims of Sichuan. Three days to think of the victims, those 2, 4, 10, 30 and those not yet dead, but also to those who have lost everything, or someone.

In one of my schools I arrived breathless at 14:18, by the way today's examination and testing of crisis management on the hell with the fire alarm sounded. Do not exercise, only an effective way to call everyone together. One of the principals to tell the time, to bring figures, reminding us of that school of 800 students where there are 650 deaths, with 28 of the 45 professors. And with more than 6500 school buildings. They leave three minutes of silence at 14:28, hours of the earthquake. 30 seconds unreal. Friends around the city tell me that the majority of people have simply stopped. And then the one, two, ten horns, and air-raid alarm in the background. Human silence, screaming horns. Interesting collision of concepts at a time to remember.