Duemilanove odyssey on earth Hello World! I believe that this title alone says a thousand words later:
we are in the shit. And the great thing is that us poor little stupid itagglianucci there are not realized yet! While steelmakers Pugliese accumulate in the yards unsold tons of metal, while the port of Hanover is flooded with new Mercedes that nobody knows what country sbolognare, while the Fiat, as always, goes to cash in rome (Del Piero is to be paid! ), while by certain latitudes there is even the person who starts to scream scandal if the fee becomes automatic rays unless there is evidence of not having TV at home, while there are those, of course, from Bologna, from 10 in the report card to all students because a law state does not like (other than
dura lex sed lex ), while my poor battered city lies at the limelight every day for cases of rape by a multi-award-affected and expelled the Muslims, the same as the last month they have offended us, our culture and our history Crescentone invading the main square of San Petronio and forcing us to Cordon .......
While all this is, that we pasionaria
of protest CGIL made in the fixed place (even if the result of mass recruitment of useless and dangerous) we meet at the Big Brother television and prefer to work in Alitalia, we have a mayor in Bologna flight to Genoa (thankfully!) which continues to issue orders to close down bars and taverns, we have friends of the brick warehouses pulling up to no end, no end of buildings, concrete to no end. But who will buy them all never sti apartments? And while people are in danger of collapsing, tell us to turn on the TV and look at San Remo, where the most useless of workers earn in a few days, figures that we will never see in a lifetime of work ... if you work!
Rationality tells me that the economy travels along a sinusoidal curve, then a few years there should be a boom, but I remember that in the U.S. Great Depression of '29 was defeated thanks to a World War!
And if the reason for me to study the past, my heart was in Mexico and more specifically refers to the ruins of the great Mayan civilization. A magical people, able to perform studies and to construct buildings so inexplicable when one considers the means at their disposal. A people that has left us a terrible prophecy. And we are very close.
torture without end. I take home the Bay from the workshop of the brakes. Entirely new plant because its was soaked after 2 years of bad weather. Ok, never mind. The plant to natural gas but there is not right. Obviously it is impossible to calibrate the engine (???) with double 40idf gas, says that too much air enters. Ok do not think, let's petrol pump which there instead of bad. The man of the methane naturally I plugged the filters to carburetors, and gasoline was a mile per gallon, consumption HUMMER! Well, we will take care uncorked all the way to green and lead free. What 
Ok, this morning, taking advantage of the foggy day and I put in the queue in the traffic of eight, hoping not to be stopped just as I'm going to review, but Murphy! and in fact Murphy is waiting for me in front of the garage ... I go there looking like the sun, with the Bay black and shiny wheels, aluminum side with the board and behind Tubone just painted black to go unnoticed (ehm. ..). All quiet, moderate speed, arrival at destination. Indeed, with some divine help, step review. Well, a hundred meters after the workshop Nail ENGINE! If anyone knows this Murphy, to me that I may let off steam? Guys, if even a tenth of what I said get to the recipient, I will rot in hell for eternity! Tow truck, check and the Bay is now back in the same place where he remained for two years, that is right outside the workshop of nell'angolino Cartacio. 
