Here I am again in my bedroom, in front of my Mac, trying to tell the World Cup this year.
start from the end, with the awards. He smiles and claps along, singing, hello beautiful, almost always. Everything is gone, it's no rush to the bar of the fields to bring the gatorade and Modena do not arrive in the warehouse desperate shouting "no more sausage!", Then when you go to find that they have a fridge full. The "cost" to the coop every day is no longer made and there is no need to go to take the Lelli frozen eggplant with Silvia and Molli.
Then comes Monday, Wednesday, and begin to dismantle. There is chaos in the park, the panels stacked forklifts that while technicians remove the facilities of beer. We are quickly made and the city of the world is dismantled.
And then there is sadness, because since Tuesday at least for me, everything returns to normal. Not that I do not like my normal, but the world is living with his whole body and become part of everyone. Above all, become part of us that work there.
If you stay awake until 4 in the morning and a half to wake up at 6 and a half after only two hours and run for the remaining 22 hours, something important must it necessarily be those Mondiali.
And the fact is, there are people I see almost only Casalecchio. But in those five days (which for some of us are 10 and even more for others) are my family and almost my life. What happens outside is hard to get and sometimes just do not have time.
I think of Modena, which are great. Each year they are there and you make the deck to make the Bar & Breakfast one of the attractions of the World Cup, live for ever the shank of Friday and Saturday, the brigades Gialloblu alive! And children living in Bologna, especially Giuseppe who believes so much and I shall address its charge like never before. Chicco Sampdoria and I think that when they begin to bone it does not stop most of the beers. I am thinking that Emily never stops, even after the pastis and I think this year, also in Alexandria and joy that are integrated with a lot of us (a little 'less than their kids, but oh well), hoping to find even next year along with Casalecchio
And then there is us, the UISP. The warehouse we are a bit 'Uisp from all of Italy. There's the press office of the national descending en masse. There are children to the fields, the Anti-Racist Piazza, info point, everything.
This world I've lived intensely, with many responsibilities that I have perhaps done more tiring, but ultimately the rewards of being part of a team leaves everything behind.
Perhaps the effort I made blunders in a while and I found myself to feel uncomfortable when faced with certain facts. And I think because these people, these friends, I want really.
pass before my eyes the images of Casalecchio, little snapshots of something alive and strong in my heart. I get emotional when I think about it. I'm happy, when I remember. I miss when I talk about it. I want it as soon as possible.
So thanks for all this, all of this ... Thanks Joseph, Sylvia, Francis, Hugh, Tommy, Andrew, James, Mamadou, Mirco, Roberto, Michael, Daniel, Antonio (Marcello), Layla, Francesca, Franceschina, Martha, Betty, Agnes, Emily, Alex, Joy, Robby George, Charles, Gaggia, True, Giusy, Bill, John, Paolone, Igor, Valerio, Chicco, Chiara, Vittorio, Fabrizio and all I definitely have not forgotten.
Casalecchio Thanks and until next year!
And here the soundtrack in my opinion better
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