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It 's a shame to have overlooked so long my blog. I know. I'm aware of.

When someone neglects their blog is never out of malice against him. I imagine a bit 'as the bride / or far to where you think much love, but just can not reach because of the many many miles that separate them. So the blog as it is. One thinks of him. There languishing. Would you could say many things, but lack the time and occasion.

I think about my blog every time I pass the exit I go, that makes me as a link between the industrial area and the intricate world of road from Turin.

In the evening, tired and with the semi-lobotomized mind, I often go into the lane and Telepass pull out of the gate opener in a futile attempt to make myself open to that. The bar is still open and I feel every time a bit 'more foolish. There are moments when I would say, the story on this blog.

I am also thinking about it when I see the havoc that is here, always in the industrial area. Place where the laws do not exist, the trucks parked in the middle of the round. Nobody puts the arrows, many go against traffic.

Where do you hang out, out of our lovely offices, are prostitutes that they tear the pallet at one meter from you and are prepared to make a fire for the cold night that waits. Where every place is a dumpster. Naples where we've got it. Although the separate work here, at least for those who want to do. But a few steps from industries that produce mind-boggling turnovers, as the Italdesign to name just the most famous, where mushrooming shopping malls, such as 45 degrees North and a few steps to make new buildings with shops and supermarkets, next door is the incivility. And this is just one small example.