I am an Italian girl, a weird dancer, a chaos master.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Chick-Peas and Potatoes Soup For Three

As I pass too much time at home, I talk too much about my domestic world, I know! Probably in a little while everything will change.
So, here my daily lunch. Better than expected. You need a chickpeas box, some potatoes (2-4), all the spices you want to add, one garlic, one small onion, some tomato paste, oil and salt.
  • Put 1,5 or 2 liters of water into a pan, and some salt or a piece of bouillon cube.
  • After a little while, all the content of the chickpeas box, water included.
  • Start peeling off potatoes, then put them into the water too.
  • Let everything boil at least twenty minutes... it means you've got, first, to wait the water to boil! But if you wait more, it is even better.
  • Start cutting the onion and garlic in small pieces.
  • Put some oil in a skillet, wait a little and then put there garlic and onion pieces.
  • As they become yellow, put some tomato paste, and then turn everything with a wood spoon.
  • When you have the feeling that garlic and onion will burn in a little while, put all the content of the skillet in the pan (or viceversa, if your skillet is big enough.
  • Put some pasta (150g more or less) in this soup. I suggest broken linguine, or some little tubes (in Italian, ditaloni... but in Germany they are impossible to find!).
  • You can smash cheackpeas and potatoes with the wood spoon, so the soup will be more similar to a cream.
  • Doing this, soon you will have to add some water, to let the pasta cook!
  • Add some more tomato paste, if the soup has become too pale.
  • Pasta will need totally around twenty minutes to cook. Then, the dish is ready to serve!
  • This is not very nice to see... lately I often cook things that are someway horrible to see, but delicious!

    Friday, October 13, 2006

    Some Kind Of Denounce

    Hi guys!
    I know that probably noone that was visiting and commenting my blog in the past is here now, but I talk for who will come in the future, and for the visitors I know but that have no courage to leave any sign of their passage.
    Quiet, I won't talk about you.
    I will talk about my Italian blog, that I can no more access because when I asked splinder for a new password it said that it sent me one but... I saw nothing in my email account. I tried twice more, the same no-result.
    So, I had to open an Italian blog on blogspot. It won't talk about daily life and discovers... only about pieces of letters. I love writing letters, and some pieces are the perfect mirror of my soul.

    You don't care about it because you don't know a word of Italian?
    So... give me suggestions to write here, or for another blog to open.
    I love suggestions of any kind.
    And... visitors... comment without any shame. It will be appreciated.

    Wednesday, October 11, 2006

    Red Bitter Sweet Pepper

    No, it's not a mispelling. On November 26 I'll go to see RHCP, but it's another story!
    RBSP was my lunch.
    It's so funny to be ill, but not very much, and to stay at home.
    At 1:30 I felt a bit hungry (at work I must have lunch at 12... such a nonsense!) while writing an email, and started realising what could I cook.
    Couscous! And peppers!
    The receipt, invented on the moment, is very good and simple.

    You need some instant couscous, two peppers per three persons, some oil, an onion, some sugar, and soya sauce. Obviously, salt. You always need salt to cook!
  • Boil some salted water for the couscous. The quantity is written on your couscous box.
  • Cut the onion in small pieces, in the meanwhile begin to fry some oil in a skillet, then put the pieces in the frying oil.
  • Cut the peppers in small pieces. Check the onion, it doesn't have to burn!
  • Put the peppers in the pan.
  • After a little while, put some soya sauce and some sugar (four teaspoons per pepper) in the pan, and turn the content of the pan.
  • Check the peppers. If they seem dry and are still not cooked, put some more soya sauce and some more sugar.
  • If you wish, cover the pan, but not all time long.
  • At the end, the peppers should be not so nice to see, but incredibly good to eat!
  • Do you forgot to put the boiling water in your couscous? Do it right now! The peppers should coulk five minutes more, if you put down the flame!
  • Put the sauce in the bowl where you put couscous and water, when water has dried.
  • Eat, and think at me!
  • You are allowed to change the receipt following your taste. Please inform me if you get good results!

    Tuesday, October 10, 2006

    Your Researches While I Was Away

    too stylish for work
    I suppose I am too stylish to stay at home, and not to share what I've got with the rest of the world! At least, I'd like to be that stylish.
    short arms in italian
    Somebody is looking for Stefano? By the way, I saw even the hand of Stefano in some researches, but I won't tell anything else!
    stupid beatiful people
    World is full of this people. But I really don't care about them. I prefer to suffer with intelligent people, than the deadly boredom that always comes with stupid beautiful people.
    chaos is my friend
    Obviously! Chaos should be the friend of everyone! Chaos helps me even at work! Have you ever tried chaos theory when everything seems stuck? Often it works!
    job as websurfer
    Actually, working as a videogametester is funny enough. Maybe this should be my next job!
    spawn chains
    Gimme some! I miss them so much... it's more than a year that I left Spawn!
    stratishla review
    Gimme some! Here in Germany I can find only tons of beers!
    worked with charles letbetter
    He is an interesting man, he does great pictures, but I never worked with him. Maybe, one day... Who knows!
    shisha parma
    To smoke a shisha, you must go to Cella, towards Reggio Emilia. On Via Emilia there is this shishabar called Amnesia. If there are any others, I don't know.
    i'm a maniac maniac and i'm dancing
    I'd like to know who did this search... I suppose our souls are quite similar...

    Monday, October 09, 2006

    Please Listen To Your Body

    So much time I don't post, indeed! Everything has changed, and nothing, at the same moment.
    I still live in Frankfurt, but now I've got a better contract, without leasing staff agencies between me and the firm I work for.
    I've got a new place of my own. Little, so fucking little, but mine, all mine.
    What's today story? There's one, don't worry. I always have one story to tell... the first from my home in Frankfurt...

    This morning it was such a pity to get up. I tried and tried, without any result. At the end, when I finally succeeded, I went to the toilet, gave a glance at the mirror and - damn - my eyes seemed to have been punched all night long. I felt some fever, coughed a little, and so on. I wanted to go to work, but when I bowed to bring my backpack, I felt the world dancing around me. NO WAY. I rested a little, sent an email at work, then went to the doctor that said me... it's a virus, for this week you mustn't work...
    I went home, bought some aspyrin, a coloured and trendy thermometre and a box of candies.
    Wrote an email in my poor German to a new tandem.
    Then finally reached the bed, and started thinking...

    It's not a virus.
    The problem is that it's four weeks that I am working hard.
    I am coordinating some colleagues.
    I am working on Saturdays.
    All Sundays I do something... I go to Heidelberg, or I go to the bookfair...
    My body needed some rest.
    And to get ill was the only way to stop me for a little while.
    My body loves me. And gives me hint and suggestions. If I am not able to listen to it, it screams loud.
    Just like this time.

    Tuesday, March 28, 2006

    Unpopular in my groups

    It's a long time I don't write. I passed such a confused period.
    The three guys of the German List... one is back to his country but will be here on May, one is here but doesn't want to see me anymore after a flirt and in a little while will have to come back to his country, and one has now a girlfriend in his country.
    So... nobody is more in my list.
    But it's not the problem.
    The real problem is that the more time it passes, the most I feel uncomfortable with Italians. I am able to pass nice time only with the ones that has got a life here and so on.
    I don't know if it's because I'm not enough Italian (I pass good times with Spanish and French people) or because...
    I always have problems with people in my groups.
    Let's make some examples:
    - when I was at primary school I was more friend of the schoolmates of my brother than of mine;
    - when I was at the theater course I had more friends in the group that started the year before.
    There are more for sure, but sometimes to remember hurts, and perhaps it's better not to try.
    I'm always on a wrong vibe. By nature. And have to move a little. Why did fate all this to me? To help me becoming stronger and to oblige me to go back and forth?

    Monday, January 16, 2006

    The German List - Part Two

    The list is the same. Just chitchat a little more about the same people.

    The French guy is still not able to speak.
    I continue to say him perhaps it's better if he speaks French. My French is very bad, but I can understand a lot of things.
    A colleague calls him "Pulpo" or "Octopus", because he has got a lot of tentacles.
    In facts, last Friday he passed half the night with me...
    and half with another colleague. And they kissed themselves.
    He doesn´t love me enough.
    Maybe it´s better.

    The Spanish guy is very interesting. But still haven´t seen him for more than some seconds. The problem is that we do different shifts, and during the week end he is often travelling somewhere.

    The Italian guy is even more stupid than I remember. I wrote him an email on Xmas and he reply after two weeks, with the same old sentence... "Let´s be friends!".
    I´d like to, but he just showed a lot of times that he´s not such a friend... avoiding informing me when people went in some interesting place, still having a kind of confidence that friends don´t have, forgetting to smile while he greets me...

    Don´t have new pretenders. Damn. Maybe my allure is getting worst?
    Or simply maybe... I am not in love with anyone, and I feel myself too sad?

    Thursday, December 29, 2005

    The Italian List

    As promised...

    F. is my last boyfriend. He declared he still loves me, even if he left me 4 months ago to find a thinner and younger woman to have sex with. He is very stupid. Last time he called me, on Xmas Eve, he was ungry as I did something terribly wrong. He talked with an inquisitive tone. And on Xmas he wanted to see my best friend L. to talk about me, who is very clever and told him that if he wants to know something he can ask me.

    M. is the man that fell in love with me because he saw a picture of mine. Still haven't seen him, but read his messages on my mobile, and he seems the most boring person on the world.

    A. is the jolly. Is a man from the past, but he's becoming quite present too. Don't ask me too much. Don't know how much I like him... but I loved him that much around 5-6 years ago. Now that's him that pray me to stay with him.

    Only three... not a lot. But I don't live in Italy every day... so it's a good number, I suppose.

    Monday, December 26, 2005

    The German List

    The French guy is not able to speak. Oh, he gets better each time I see him, but don't want to go out with him 100,000 times to hear him doing normal speeches. Actually he is able to say only:
    "I like you very much."
    "I want to dance with you."
    "Do you want to hug me."

    And then the last, incredibly difficult, sentence:
    "What must I do for making possible you like me?"
    I explained him perhaps it's better if he speaks French. My French is very bad, but I can understand a lot of things.

    The Spanish guy is very interesting. He likes to stay with me, he's not boring, he talks a lot about his family and his feelings, and not always about job. He's not the cutest guy on the world, but it's not bad. He declarates his interest in me in such a nice way, and didn't want me to do the same. He wanted me to think about it. He's not always attached to me when in the surroundings... but starts to get closer. And it's not bad.

    The Italian guy is very stupid. I don't know if he really wants to stay with me. I decided not to call him anymore. It wasn't simple. He came back only on the last days, on the last opportunity to stay with me before coming back home for holiday. I cannot understand what he wants.

    I haven't got a German guy in my German harem, sorry. Must I find one? It won't be difficult!
    (There are some more guys in my harem, a French and an Italian, but it's less funny to talk about them...)


    The Italian List

    Friday, December 16, 2005


    What a life. What a wonderful and awful life.
    The man I am fallen in love with... has lost his mind. For a girl? For two girls? Because it has been frozen by the breeze? Dunno. Probably all of this things.
    Obviously I am not one of the girl he is interested into.
    I passed some hours with him, lately, and definitely understood that I bore him. Maybe he can stay an hour or two with me, he can have some fun with me... but doesn´t want to hear what I have got to say. Doesn´t want hear me saying all the pains I suffer. I´d like to explain him something, but he doesn´t want to hear. (Just like when women say "Oh, dear, not tonight, I´ve got a headache". But women don´t have sex, whether he doesn´t want to talk.)
    So I decided to cut it off.
    I started crying less. I started to dedicate more time to other people. And there is also another guy, a French one, that seems in love with me. He is quite nice, but he was so drunk when he showed this interest. And still haven´t the courage to ask me my phone number. At work, of course.
    I work for the Big Brother, as you know, and everybody I know is there and everybody who loves me in this city is there.
    Hope they won´t never do a reality show on my life...
    or that they will pay me very well...

    Friday, November 04, 2005

    True Friends

    Who are true friends?
    Oh, people I found here in Frankfurt is so good, so nice, so weird...
    But last weekend I remembered that true friends are made in another way.
    You can do nothing special with them, and feeling good, really good, indeed.
    You can discover new things in a city where you live since three months.
    You can tell them anything you want, they will always be by your side, even if they have different thoughts and feelings.
    You can trust them, in every moment. Event if they are not with you.
    The problem is that they were with me.
    And now I miss them so much.

    I am trying to avoid crying, but it´s not that simple.

    Monday, October 24, 2005

    "You Are Fantastic But Too Stylish"

    Indeed. My coordinator told me that.
    Not exactly that, if I must say the truth.
    He said I do a wonderful job, but loose too much time on style-related matters.
    And he said that the firm wants me to ask to my experienced colleagues what to do, to avoid time loss for my coordinator and translators and so forth. Because they want me to learn this job.
    In a place where it seemed that people goes away and come back with no reason, it seems quite a nice thing to hear.
    Maybe they care about me.
    Maybe they want me to stay.

    Monday, October 17, 2005

    Marziotta Virus

    Today my beloved man and I postulated a theory: I am a virus. Indeed. The worst you can find. I am able to make everyone suffer of some kind of pain.
    Do you need some clear examples?
    Oh... the first is that I transferred him my flu and he´s still a little ill.
    And the second is that on Saturday I went to "The Cave", a rock disco, with Aina Ernesto Angel and Elena and today they still suffer neck pains because danced shaking their heads as I did.
    But the most important thing is that I found that Aina is a weird dancer just like me! We danced since 3 till 6:15! Really!!!
    I will report, of course, future cases of pain inferted by Marziotta virus. And... PAY ATTENTION! You could be the next one to be contaged!

    Saturday, October 15, 2005

    Little Short Arms

    LSA... it should be the short term for some drug or something similar in English.
    In Italian, "avere le braccine corte" (to have little short arms) means... to avoid paying anything at each cost. Someone that tries in any subtle - and less subtle - way to make you pay what he has got to pay. And, there is Stefano, a colleague, that has very short arms, you can bet on it.
    In French, "avoir les brais courts" means that a person that makes sport is very lazy and doesn´t want to catch balls, to run, etc...
    Tell me, what does it mean in your language? It must have another meaning...

    I must admit it... I discovered this only because of Tequila!!! Michele, Silvan and I drank so much hot tequila (with Coke and Tabasco) yesterday that I even passed all night long screaming the orders I hear in the game I have to play now!

    Thursday, October 13, 2005

    Saturday Night Fever

    I lost all my fantasy? Maybe...
    ...or not. I don´t think so.
    Saturday I was really really OK. Everything was good. Each and every thing.
    Flu was gone, and I found Florence and Olivier near my home to go out.
    A job meeting... at Shisha smoking narghile, drinking bear and tea and chatting a lot, in italian english spanish french.
    And then...
    I found a way to attack the fever I had on Friday to the man I´m fallen in love with.
    Now he´s at home, sick and cold. And it´s all my fault. Damn.
    Hope he´ll be better soon.
    I want to pass a lot of time with him!!!