And I'm back to fill the holes in this silly blog after returning from a week of sun, sea and especially fish in Salento.
If you work every day, holidays take on a surreal flavor, a parenthesis between a dream and the other day. A rather pleasant and relaxing break ...
For me it was not so.
reverted to my blog for a noble cause. I go back to using my blog to inform readers about the dangers that lurk in the window made of sun and crowded beaches.
I'm not talking about a Machiavellian dogs abandoned on the highway.
I'm not talking about a pile of trash folk an incandescent poured on the asphalt road.
I'm not talking about a goliardic swim immediately after a peppered mussels.
I'm talking about a man .
I'm talking about a human landfill hunting for fish in your city.
is around.
will find it.
I devour every last bone. The
ingurgiterà as needed.
I'm talking about him
stay away, damn it!
I was forced to eat fish from morning to night! I grew up about 15 kg in a week. He ordered 200 sea urchins for breakfast!!
It made my cousin pupazzone Morbidoni without a conscience, unable to utter words other than " pasticciotto " or "simpleton .
the remainder of those parts, the sea is a fairy tale. The beaches are beautiful. The people are welcoming.
Only .... I did not understand where the fuck are people at the end of July!!
But it is possible that all the campsites are empty.
But you can not see that around a pussy above 15 years .
But it is possible that the beaches are not organizzaino dancehall full of hippies who listen to reggae music and dined soft drugs?
But you can find in Salento maria bad?
PS I have about two hours of footage to assemble, possibly during the period of leave.
publish it soon on this blog.
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