Pescara, Italy. Not too south, not too north. Biking at home after a whole year in the Netherlands.
A red traffic light, isazi stops his bike to wait for the green light. A car at his left, with two person in it. Father and son, the kid being probably in primary school.
The kid looks at isazi and asks his dad: “Father, but you have to stop with the bike if it’s red ?”
The father answers: “If there are no cars, just pass.”
Still in good old Amstelveen, but this will be my last month here, it’ll soon be time to go back home. And then ? Oh, I’m planning to do many things next year, but you will probably hear something later on, it’s not the right time now.
Tonight the Netherlands will play against Spain in the final of the football world cup, and of course it’s raining here, after few days of an amazing sun. Probably I’ll be in Museumplein to watch the match, not a big football fan, but anyway, world cup finals are world cup finals 
I will miss this place, but probably I will write something more sentimental about leaving the Netherlands and Amsterdam (and mostly all the nice people I’ve met here) in few weeks, for now I will just enjoy all the opportunities that this country is offering me, and will work on my master thesis (I should probably write something about it in the other website, but let’s wait a couple of months more…).
Bye bye folks 
A Saturday night in Amsterdam and we are on the streets.
A bunch of people are walking around Leidseplein, trying to reach the Melkweg, not for going there, just to meet another bunch of folks in front of it. They’re almost all Italians but there is a Swiss guy too, just like on the jokes. Between them our hero (you know and we know is not, but for God’s sake, let him be happy sometimes) in the middle of a tremendous testosterone crisis.
The folks are about to decide where to go, when our guy and some other peoples decided to have their backs laying on the side of a parked car. The owner of the car was a policeman.
p: You were sitting on my car ?
i: Yes sorry.
p: I’m going to check. If there are any damages I’ll sue you and then I’ll shoot you.
Lucky fellow.
A Saturday night in Amsterdam, a Belgian pub near Leidseplein.
On the scene different characters, between them isazi and a girl. We don’t know if they know each other or not, neither they do, we don’t know what they are saying, or if they’re talking. What we know is only that at some point a conversation takes place. We can remember the content of the conversation but not exactly all the words. More or less the content of the conversation is the following one.
g: Are you Italian ?
i: Yes. How do you know ?
g: Oh, your English is so bad that you can be only Italian or Spanish.
Fail.
