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an Italian Job
Monday, May 23, 2005

what a weekend living in darkness only accompanied by a small study lamp would do to my mind?

a total blank that wouldn't help with my already too much workload that i should've done during the weekend.. so, i confined myself to bed-rest (at least i got a bedside lamp that were fixed in time before the main light went off).. which pretty much explained the recurrent of my insomnic episode

and i got a perfect reading material with me... sadly enough, it got nothing to do with medicine, which pretty much explained another confused fact about me that the only thing that connect my life with medicine is the MBBS course.. ok, nuff bout me.. back to the book

it John Grisham latest bestseller The Broker.. with Grisham, it always about lawyers, courtroom, juridicial system, law with politics... this time; the Broker went off the track a little bit, no big courtroom action, no fancy stories about lawyers, it's all about politics, satellite and espionage and ITALY

rarely Grisham went out of US (once with "The Testament" to the deep jungle of Columbia).. and this time it a total effort for him and the reader.. the story is about an ex-broker who was given pardoned with soon-to-be ex-president with a pressure from a CIA who want to sent him in a very nice european setting to watch him get killed by either the Israelis, Russian or the Chinese.. and what a choice of country live in.,

Joel had to do gruelling tutorial about Italian culture and learning how to speak Italian.. the way Grisham describe the street of Bologna and Milano, the name of the cafe, the food, the people.. and the Italian word itself made me wanna learn Italian quickly.. and i'm back with my Milan's Lonely planet

gosh! it just make me want to run out of my boring life and lost myself into the slow-paced life in bologna , having an espresso in the middle of day like i have nothing else to do.. since, in Italy, i can have the table for the whole day ...

P/S: do you know in Italy, it is consider as a disgrace by the Italian to order a cappucino after ten-thirty in the morning..
&faded to grey at 5/23/2005 03:49:00 am♥

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