Saturday, August 20, 2011

Budapest

Budapest is an amazing city.

Not only is the capital of Hungary gorgeous, what is really surprising is the welfare it communicates: it could very well be the capital of one of the richest countries on earth.

Once again you need to go visit a place to understand it, otherwise you will stick to stereotypes which have nothing to do with reality...




Monday, August 15, 2011

Plzen

When you visit a place for 2 days you have just a few elements to get an idea of the city.

It's very tricky if you cannot talk to anybody since everyone speaks only their own language.

Probably Pilsen (or Plzen) offers more during the weekend when everyone feels like partying, but during weekdays it's the opposite of Belgrade: nobody around and empty pubs.

However there might be some festival which could offer some pleasant moment...



Sunday, August 7, 2011

Beograd

It's hard to describe a city which you visit for less than 48 hours.
So you need to trust your instincts, your sixth sense.

Belgrade is a peculiar city: not so attractive during the day, very fascinating with the dark.

It communicates strong emotions, because those who live there do nothing to hide their feelings, with the inevitable Balcan attitude.

What a shame the girls repress their feelings after showing them...





Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Erasmus reunion in Stockholm: 10th anniversary

I do not know if there are other examples in Europe. Maybe. Maybe not. These people started their Erasmus year 10 years ago, and they meet every year somewhere in Europe to celebrate a reunion, to prove that the Erasmus spirit is still alive.

This year they celebrated the 10th anniversary, so they had to reunite where everything started: Stockholm. The reunion ended with what was typical during their Erasmus: a corridor party.

Ten years later they were in the same spot for their last corridor party.

Was it really the last one?

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Cork

I used to live in Cork, and I was happy there.
I had almost nothing (not even an internet connection) and everything at the same time. Today it would be unthinkable to move back there, but it was good to spend a day in "the Real Capital" once again


Sunday, June 5, 2011

BRAY

Even Dublin can have hot days and cool landscapes.

Here is Bray, in the south of the capital.

In this area there are beaches, pubs and restaurants like if it was a sea town.

And paradoxically it is a sea town!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

May 1st in Dublin

No worries in Dublin if May 1st is a Sunday.

Bank holiday will be postponed to the following Monday, so you will have your 3 day Weekend, long enough for a short trip, but too long to stay in town.

It will be sunny and windy, you can tan but you can't help wearing a coat.


Sunday, April 10, 2011

Suburbs in Dublin: the best drug

Dublin is a peculiar city,
many businesses take place there.

Sometimes also those run by Shawn and Gary....

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Zurich

Here are some images of Zurich.

The city is nice, however, if you have good company like I had on this occasion any place seems to be a pleasant spot.
You can hear my impressions and, most importantly, the considerations of the great Heike who can be considered more reliable than me about Zurich since she lives in this place.





Friday, February 4, 2011

Being a Football fan

Being my grandpa one of the founders of a football club I can't help be emotionally linked to that football club.

However I can't help acknowledging that:

Football fans are a community of people who make the acts of someone else a reason for living: they identify themselves with a team because this is the only way they have to be somebody.

A person with balls identifies himself with his deeds, because he knows that being someone is his sole responsibility.

Therefore, the true man hates football, because he knows that the more value he attaches to something external to himself (a football team, God, a political leader, etc..), the more decreases his own individuality.

A man with balls knows that only a mediocre can be a football fan, acknowledging in the deeds of others a pride, an identity, a value that he could never achieve on his own; a sense of relief to his distress and an existential illusion that his life is worth something.

As long as the fan does not realize that, he can only watch 11 semi-literate people kicking a ball earning a fortune with his money.

But a football fan is programmed to live a mediocre life in line with his personality