Self-management people who go to Dublin in Ecco il resoconto non tanto dei 5 giorni trascorsi nella city di joyciana memoria, ma piuttosto dei fugaci incontri avvenutivi. Perché ciò che conta dei viaggi sono le persone..no?
- davanti al nostro Brown Hostel (as a whole program. Metonymically, "brown" is equivalent to "shit", though perhaps it is the best hostel I've ever been) welcomes us a fun crowd, the atmosphere is familiar e. . hot. all smoke setting a whisper that we had noticed early in the Lower Gardiner Street .. perhaps our arrival that sparked the fire, between us there is a red that malpelo Owl. I have the urge to tell my mother imparanoiarla, but the arrival of firefighters, the Dublin Fire Brigade , distracts me. Then the rhythmic sound of the ambulance, which will take us mattino pomeriggio e sera per tutti i giorni della nostra permanenza. Un allarme che ci dà l'illusione di una capitale adrenalinica.
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- Homo Pacificus , anche detto Il Frate : barese in mutande assuefatto all’olezzo stagnante di una camera da 16 mista e con finestrella fittizia (il vetro c’è, ma non si apre! però non saremo certo noi a far scattare la denuncia). questo personaggio sciancato dorme in uno dei letti da noi prenotati, così io riparo su di uno libero per caso (che poi ogni sera assegneranno a gente nuova, buttando per terra la mia roba -le lamentele non mi risolveranno nothing-). homo pacificus asks us now what we will do during the day and after that we go back a moment one of us in the room to take the scarf and he feels tell the phone our programs .. mah! just gossip? on our return someone has stayed on the bed of the Vale, in his sleeping bag. We shocked a bit 'and while the brother is dumb, then warns us that someone steals there, why they drank all the wine. chicken that sings has laid an egg, but at least if he has cheated him there will be a bubble bath smells like feet in less than men. Instead the surplus of the raid all the breakfast, Italian or otherwise. over the bed of the homo pacificus and I also contend there one evening in front of the internet, but he He graduated in economics and played held , my e-mail has to wait. a guy tells me that the monk can do there, in business, it blurs all my kindness for someone who seemed a poor outcast.
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- the second last night at about 3, I found a backpack on my mattress and I am going to disturb a Muslim receptionist told him that I stole the bed. He laughs when the . I ask him at least a sheet (be careful to pronounce, avoid figures of shit ") and a pillow. He laughingly replied that the cushions are exhausted. Anyways 'then give me' I'm sheet and maybe a blanket, which freezes. Also covered are finite, and laughs. Demoralized, to get at least a bed sputtano homo pacificus telling about how I have overthrown the couch, and insinuates that has not even paid for the nights and is a sponger infiltrate. The receptionist laughs and does not care. I'm going to take a pile of sheets , then eureka, he went to rub a blanket among the staff. Now I laugh too, feasting on the sofa and sleep in the room light on, but when, now at 5 am, I step in a double room occupied by only a backpack and I take it.
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- Ricardo : born in Mauritius, lived in France, works in Dublin and talks a lot about his girlfriend of Rome. But it's too citizen of the world fossilize for his thoughts on an Italian, so, out of the hospital after work , goes every evening to review the hostel Brown languages \u200b\u200b(especially in that sense) and to be to guide tourists. We noticed that if you take offense exploits as NewsSpettacolo without offering anything in return, but we tifavamo for Roman ..
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- the first night I lost the keys lock the trolley . I sleep dressed and The next morning I get up before the other to carry the bag from a seller I saw the padlock in the middle of the road. seen as the man is so kind and how simple know this, I put myself to steal Luggages and he let me open ..
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- Federico , elegant Lazio, made in Milan and now ranks in IT looking for a flat here in Dublin, because its range is very well paid, and once it is fired, he says, are returned wage taxes. He was made to move from our room to a room with real window until it finds an apartment, which is difficult because there is a basic requirement demanded by landlords agl'inquilini is a secure salary, but paradoxically to be taken regularly is required PPS number, a Social personal number that you get if you have a residence. Given this vicious circle of microeconomics pregnant Irish (circle, however, that many immigrants, Poles in the first place, they manage to overcome), the computer system high hopes Brown will be staying in the hostel for many days, waiting on a placid career.
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- serata al Pravda , il locale dei miei dreams suprematisti e costruttivisti. Già l’insegna attira l' attention , sfruttando la signorina di Rodchenko che propaganda i libri (è l’immagine ripresa dai Franz Ferdinand, per chi non s’interessa di avanguardia russa). Dentro, manifesti riprodotti in ogni parete, dietro al bar affrescata la locandina di Октябрь (Ottobre) del "corazziere" Ejzenštejn, il poster di Metropolis ( by Fritz Lang, of course ), la falce dipinta col martello su una vetrina di birre e, dulcis in fundo, sulle porte del bagno,“colpisci i bianchi con il cuneo rosso” di Lissitzkij, che vista l’ubicazione potrebbe anche alludere to the sexual act . Con spirito rivoluzionario sbevazziamo, occupiamo una piccola pista per ballare un indie-rock un po’ datato (ma a Dublin tutto mi pare anacronistico, in ritardo.. e questo è il suo fascino e la sua noia ). Dopo un po’ si uniscono alle danze un tizio 60's style e un caio fan dei Libertines con le loro amiche burrose che si fanno largo. Uno mi parla dell’ Eamon Dorans , uno dei suoi disco-pub preferiti nella zona del Temple Bar , which is alternative-rock music (but depends on the evenings, we caught it is a dark a hip-hop ..) and Milan and Florence.
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- the man of the cemetery. everything goes wrong, the guide book marks a ghost to the bus stop leading to Glasnevin cemetery. to try walking a lot, 'but as time passes and we risk not being able to see the cemetery, so he called two taxi drivers. our Travis Bickle, in the driving seat to my right, is concerned that the cemetery is closed at this time visits, but then discharged without sure. Indeed we find that the first gates are wide open, but the area is huge and then we begin to walk the perimeter of the walls to find some gap counting. impatient, I let go the other on the sidewalk and climbed over the fence without the bucarmi jeans. vague for a quarter of an hour, and excited by the find alone as the sun sets on that vast expanse of graves protected cypress trees, ivy and other vegetation mortuary, the overload of digital and Claudia Vale. the heads of the dead are to the west, so the stones against the light photographer from Celtic cross. However, some have carved a $ DePaperoni by Scrooge does not know the meaning, others are too kitsch .. I Do not Like Them . the boundaries of the cemetery behind hills are lost, the factories on the horizon ruin Solemn atmosphere. finally bishop an area that seems to have been hit by famine, with sparse graves and mounds of dirt. it's time to join the girls, so I try to scream (as the district is half dead half industrial) while empty. I go to find them, but once on the road do not see anyone. a passer-by saw me jump off the gate and rushed approaches me .. a lecture? through the noise of cars feel that I screams "Hey, there are four gates open, over there! ". what a dear, the people here to offer help in anticipation of the request. I get to a gate with the chain open, the others have passed through there. the guide read that Joyce is not buried here .. argh! [in Zurich]. we go, the sun has now disappeared behind the hills.
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- the Spartans of Cambridge, a powerful cabal of rugby with English student spirit and humor, bad enough. dinner time (for us, while all other guests have already digested and are ready to quit) rolled up our spaghetti with a background of screaming fighter that c'incuriosisce .. They are a team of young rugby gathered in a corner of the room -table, each decked out with helmet, shield, sword or dagger, sexy tunic caligae buttocks and feet or flip flops. They scream for a while ', are a mix of snooty brother made in usa girls and exalted before a game of volleyball. However, neither we nor those who go to the bathroom or bedroom in them worthy of great attention. After the ceremonial rant, wielding weapons of plastic and leave it virtually naked , a sfidare le cold evenings d’Irlanda (ovvero 5°C ventilati). Quando rientriamo dalla serata stiamo un po’ nella sala a cazzeggiare e ci becchiamo anche il rientro dei Lacedemoni dalla battaglia contro l’ alcool . Si fermano a conversare con vocioni cavernicoli ed un accento stretto da veri Lord . Mostrano fieri a noi pulchrissime pulzelle graffi e lividi freschi freschi su torace, schiena e gambe.. my god questi si sono menati davvero. Cantano l’inno irlandese (sono le 3 a.m. passate). Io ho poco tempo per ascoltare le loro stronzate, perché ho appena scoperto qualcuno a dormire nel mio letto, come nella favola degli orsi, ma Oliver , it seems to me that rather than drunk sleepy, m'impezza. "We'll come to play in Italy, .. tomorrow we will return to the college , .. just because you smile? , .. blah blah" and boredom, the English of the English is difficult to follow. After Oliver's part to talk to the Vale drooling for the rugby player with the sweet face and that to me looks like a hobbit ... Suddenly Sparta index the elections of the Most Beautiful Girl male suffrage among us, while we would have to vote for the coolest. We are opposed to this break balls of offending and slowly, and the incompatibility between the late hour of arguments, we have found peace in Our beds bombs.
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- the University of Toulouse, a dear boy a nerd Lyon & Paris (bony pimples + + + glasses smile scared .. in short, the antithesis of the image that we have garçons de Paris). That is the point the first, and suggests a night out with us, saddled with the nerd Cami as the price to be paid for winning first place in the ranking for Erasmus in Paris. Mogi expect that we are getting ready in the bathroom where, forgetting them, we lose time in idle chatter while Linda slowly makeup, leaving virtually the same as before. We go to pubs and hoping for another dj7 dark / new wave directing at all ' Eamon Dorans to dance a bit,' but metal spout upstairs and rap / hip-hop with ghetto people downstairs .. evening not exactly brilliant. Then I see the Vale on the sidelines and that strap with Linda Lyons, and all others who would like to get drunk with despair (I, too, that I was counting on fate to review Jack), but with the prices we have to regret not having done Commons of beer vodka and rum to Little. once the two returned home with the Frenchman camouflage furniture does not bear comparison with the grandeur of the English rugby.
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- my good deed scout that night There were 2 guys in front of the ATM African arguing, I greeted them through with the move from "yo, bros " butt of consumer jokes sunglasses of one of them and I invited them to make two pictures with us. They were very happy and have forgotten (or at least delayed) the bickering, what a joy.
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- determined to charge the phone (something I forget now, condemned to be unreachable for several days) in the relaxation room , which seems to be a survivor party wedge as beer cans and bottles secate beaten on the couches, mingling with a French and krauto (because the air has to eat a lot) German that knows only the Garda Italy, just to confirm the impression that the lake is a favorite destination of the Boche. By the way, the garda in Ireland the police.
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- English couple in our 16-room, she was a dwarf with him quite a mussel to forge a relationship . turn out to be brother and sister (with doubtful 's incest), and have the cigarettes here cost so much. are always with a 30 year-old Rome there like shit, and during a dinner 2 know their friends. with one, Ciccio and nice, fight for position in front of the stove while he controls the firing of the "pizza 2Euro" (absurd and offensive and very thick pizza with dressings sick, very popular in the hostel Brown) in the oven does not close, but ingegosamente which he remedied by joining the back of a chair to handle, occupying half the space of the kitchen, already flooded by 10 people. every time you open the oven screams "victim" because it burns and I explained that it is a curse that has ismparato in Rome. but despite its attention to cuisine, pizza's almost chars ( I've made a photo), on the contrary, our spaghetti are not likely to overcook because 2 to 6 burners work and do not understand what being flameless , so everyone moves the pots at random in search of warmth and does not notice if the plates are switched off or not. then this is the reason why hostels are on fire ..
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- barb family. repairs in the hostel a couple, perhaps with the hope that the two children develop strong antibodies, become multilingual and grow normally prevailing in promiscuity among young men travelers.
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- among the few and ugly buskers the ass that parked along the St George ., deserve mention a storyteller Texas because under old drunk gives hilarious performances, a Japanese hermaphrodite who strums a disused shop behind the typical Irish harp (which the subject is imprinted on every euro cent and symbolic works of art .. shortage here), a man who turns a crank songs for carnival of horror with a hallway that reveals that his ambitions in life were different.
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- in a pub near me is a clumsy and provolone Oscar Wilde that liquid abruptly. as a rejection comes in Crown Alley Street staggering and I think if he really was the reincarnation of the brilliant dandy admire him in spite of appearances. But as a dandy built is the result of an exteriority, an approach that pleases the aesthetic senses, I conclude that it is not of metempsychosis, and that I am in the presence of a common drunkard.
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- snob Chinese waitress, to which we order at 22 pm (late too much for an Irish dinner) 6 abundant flow of sausage and potato dish a bit 'more Economic typical fish and chips. him to serve while we have already pulled out of the bag on toast bought the day before, and we will make the shoe last crumbs .. I even stopped before it might get the dish because, bitch, I'm not done licking! the tourists are always hungry, you know. we order beers, but the water is strictly at the toilet detour to fill the bottle , 2 or 3 times (of course when my turn the waitress note, expression of dissent). the pub is full of people, there's a rock concert and perhaps the Chinese hate the crowds (ironic, no?) because became increasingly irritable, abrupt shifting chairs for the glasses and puffing on our further orders. or perhaps has relatives in Italy who are preparing to show ..
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- Robert , Dubliner struck dall'ammaliante Camilla, gives her a postcard with their faces touching the old Beckett. He promptly showed me jealous and it gives me an identity, and adds the dedications. is a philosophy graduate , and as expected does not answer my answer (slightly disinterested) about his current work .. will unemployed or precarious. Meanwhile, a friend of his South American makes Sicilian pride in his vocabulary and his smile hairy peeping out from jeans to leg out a lot .
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- Romanian with posture and clothing to Fonzie. is the last evening, we are just back and we're awake until 3 am waiting for a taxi to the ' airport and get this high that starts to punch the nearest snack when he slipped a coin even though he clearly written "out of service . slumped disconsolately and insomnia That is near me and we play checkers and take advantage of our tired eyes, unable to electrocute pain in the ass, to vent his frustrations. He arrived in Ireland teenager, now has over 22 years living in hostels and even if you have a good work as tester and translator (Eng-rum, ita-ingl) games for playstation. He also tested all of hostels Gardiner Street, but says that unfortunately only one is equipped with washing machine, and in that there is a Sunday, to wash clothes. Can not find the house and feels the weight of belonging to a minority ethnic Romanians, here are treated como Singara! "When out and about with his Cumpa Eastern fuckin fly and provocations, in which the gang immigrant meets all of a sudden coming to blows, "because if someone comes to me and says 'Give me my wallet, Singara!' and I say 'no, I have no wallet, stolen anything!' and he 'disgusting Romanian, back in the shit!' then my friend pulls a big punch ragasso and I can not stop it. " These thoughts, including that of the washing machine, do not do sleep, but is expected to go to work tomorrow because "even with these clothes, I take off my clothes because I'm awake again today .. it's hard to stay here. " But when it's time we stop listening to his soliloquy and prepare for departure. Then disappears for a moment while we see him go down with the bags lying on a couch "if we want freed six beds in the room, already paid for tonight," he mutters to me a "GRAS" but does not move. has not yet taken even the leather jacket. I do not know if the Fonz had not read or did not want to own .. after all it was a hard .