Strange Days

Sometimes it happens. Sometimes I feel myself out, like the world was only a far view, with a lot of distance between it and me.
These days are Strange, because I feel myself Strange.
These are Strange Days, days in which I feel amiss!

I don’t really know why I am in a such mood, but there are plenty of bad thoughts that are flying through my mind. I can get some of them, but a lot of others are too fast (and maybe I’m too lazy).
I have found the big ones, and those, in all alone, are enough to think well about these days, about the future.


I think I have never thought so deeply about the future as I am doing nowadays, probably because I want some answers that aren’t coming, probably because I feel I am missing something I’m unable to find here where I am!

Bad Toughts…

I’d like to achieve some safety for Fabiana and I, but it seems a request too big for this period, for this Italy.

Yes, I am sooooo disappointed from my nation that I am looking to the less important thing with some detach: people, politics, stupid men, stupid ideas, ignorance, stupidity… yeah… LESS IMPORTANT THINGS!

The most important questions are:

  • will I be able to give my family what they will deserve?
  • Is it safe to be married now that a newly married bride cannot find a job in this fu****g state?
  • Is it safe to think to give bith to children when your work is not stable and you do not own a house yet?

Bad thougts that have answers, but sad answers…

Does anyone shares my personal view of this Italy or am I grumbling alone?