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JACKO: LET'S DANCE !

As any artist to be respected, Michael Jackson has shaped the pop-culture since eighties and leaves today an undeniable sign. Indeed some shadow areas in his life there have been, and the purpose of this blog is not to judge about him as a person. Indeed, here we want to remember him as an icon of pop culture, showcasing a unique rockstar style and destroying any limiting believes about black people before Obama's "Yes we can" motto came out. Who has never tried to imitate his steps at least once in lifetime? Please come out! His style of dancing was simply unique. Who has never listened a piece of the legendary "Thriller"? I did and more than one hundred million people did the same, becoming the greatest album ever-sold out. Who hasn't felt empowered by adrenaline when listening the rithym of his songs or watching his videos?
For all these reasons, Jacko has indeed left a mark, a trademark and you gain my respect as an artist and a special slot in this blog. JACKO, LET'S GO DANCE!

HUNGARY: BETWEEN FUN AND LIFE DANGER

... it has been a strange trip this time. Not just fun, not just perils but a mixture of confused emotions: happyness tingled with sarcasm; fear tinged with laughs, tiredness meshed with willingness to stand up to the first hours of the dawn. You'll be asking why ? Well, exactly I don't know but a numbers of factors prompted it. Stood up at 4 a.m, we gather under my place to settle the luggages in the BMW and take the first coffee of the day. We drive towards Bergamo Orio Al serio, which is a small hub near Milan for low-cost companies. Our destination is Budapest, the capital of a country with a glorious past that nowadays tries to cope with the capitalistic regime of the Occidental Europe, and to my opinion, it has learned its rules very fastly. You can see many of those logos and wall-dashboards full of advertising for well-reputed brand multinationals. Vaci Utca, in the City Center, welcomes our arrival smoothly: plenty of shops and restaurants, boutiques and all it takes to make a great Venue. Oh sorry, I didn't introduce my friends: their names are Angelo, Saro and Salvo three truly-Sicilian natives which are still grasped to the values and culture of their beloved island. Back to story, we spend the day sight seeing, as tourists with plenty of time to waste around. Saro, tough, gets stuck on two average beauties: rituals time follow!

The ladies suggest a restaurant nearby and we, having lost our capacity of reasoning, decide to follow through. Restaurant's name is "Galaxia", right close to the more familiar (as cousine is Italian) "Vapiano" restaurant, on Vaci Utca's parallel street: what attracts our eyeballs is waiters' cleavage, to which we react enthusiastically, completely losing our mind control. The ladies with us order a Martini, me and my friends just a Whiskey coke. Before we can take our first sip, the seductive waiter is already there for next round of drinks. Something is weird, we can't still realize exactly what: the pressure of the waiters, the ladies with us stepping on the second drink, while haven't finished their first. The story stinks, we decide to cut trough bringing the bill. I am in charge of communicating the amount and I can't believe my eyes, having too difficulties into computing the local currency: 96.000 "Hungarian fiorins", which is approximately 320 Euro....damned! This is what is called an "inculata" (I still feel the pain) to methaforically recall the act of ...well I guess you understood the feeling. Shutting doors and yelling, we abandon the place and decide to take it easy: night is long and there are plenty of things to do, so we end up partying around the city trying to forget such a scam.

2 0' CLOCK, NEXT DAY: beams of light get through the curtain of our hotel room and the cleaning ladies knock at our door: too bad to ruin my dream! With difficulties, we get ready to start the second day as tourists. Young Hungarians gather into Erzsebet ter, a nice square where a public demonstration is taking place against the strict protectionism imposed by police. My friend have always distinguished for being social animals, so they start out introducing theirselves with everybody, or almost..I get to know an actress which is "in her words" attempting to become famous in the theatre star system. It's indeed a nice conversation just interrupted by Angelo's voice referring that they are going back to hotel. Bad choice, that was indeed a bad choice and you'll understand soon the reason. While coming back, as they will reer later on at the hotel, they got to see the ladies which scammed us the day before, alluring an ingenuous ( we too were actually) tourist: the perfect chance to plan for revenge, was my friends' first reaction! Bad bad idea: they burst into "galaxia restaurant" to save the poor tourist. Action..........Breaking through as army's militians, the mission is carried out, tourist save and we celebrate our revenge.

Beware folks not to go in this place as Italians from now on. They want to kill us and we have been obliged to leave the country in advance for fear of counter-revenge, but indeed we feel proud of it : hell yeahhhhhh !!

Until net time, BE WIRED.

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Stockholm and Farewell Party

Alarm clock set for 5:30. I can barely stand up. Breakefast, shaving , last things to be put on baggage and ready to call a cab. The flight is at 7:55, this time I catch it, destination Sweden , Stockholm. Last time was in June 2008, but it is always a pleasure to go back: Baltic culture, resembling what Viking population has left them from the past, today Stockholm is a multicultural and vibrant city, architettonically beautiful, putting together unique views and panorama. Transportation, though, is expensive, even if my Lithuanian colleague disagrees with that. In front of us, there is an antique building, spotting a door which looks like the entrance of a church (somehow it resembles Versace's house entrance in South Beach, Miami). I think to myself, is it a joke or we came for religious tourism? None of them! We get in and a red carpet is laying on the floor which brings upstairs: that's the parent company office. The main room's ceiling is just a pyramid addressing the sky, a rainbow-varying coulered rooms fill in the remaining space; upstairs the kitchen and terrace make the environment friendly to work in; we must wait until the party starts in order to see the downstairs floor: feeling of excitement is on the air, nobody has still seen that! I spent my day registering to delicious, reading a book about domain.com conquest-history and get introduced with the hotel room. The party starts at 5:30, the dress-code is pink, they say to fit the bar colour, I believe because it's a touch of femininity which pervades the company and the swedish culture.
CEO cuts the ribbon after speech, the party is officially started: curiosity is to see how the downstairs floor looks like. Big fun room with any kind of entertainment, from baby foot to Playstation III, a gym to work out, a lounge bar and a big room for sauna...WOW, can't believe my eyes, it's just astonishing! Later in the night, with alcohol in our veins, we find the SEO sitted in front of the screen playing drums with the Playstation: that doesn't happen everywhere, folks. I don't remember much more from there on, apart finding me sitted in a Mc Donald's for chemical anger and police coming in... "Bad Boys Bad Boys, what we gonna do? " We laugh and chill, until the next day. Woke up at 11, breakfast in the lounge hotel room, we check out and move into the apartment with the colleagues crew. This time, we are a bit out of town, but the apartment enjoys a good view over the river crossing the city. We go back in town for some shopping, a free-style snowboard contest in the main square, lunch and shopping into H&M, afterlall we are in the nation of H&M -:) Carlito, an Italian dude from Friuli, invites us for a typical Italian dinner: we start with Spritz (those from Veneto will know about) and Italian appatizers, pasta with gamberetti and rucola, salami and a wonderful dessert, followed by coffee and coffee-killin (for those who don't know what the last is, just figure out). We are ready for the Saturday night fever, excited and high. Some Chileanes meet our way, guys bet on my skills as a Casanova to get to talk with them: they are ladies of course. We end up in city center, trying to get access into clubs, but it's not easy. Vincenza is just 21(some clubs ask you to be 25 in order to get in, unbelieving), the bouncer refuses to let us in because I look like as border-line type which could cause some fight inside the club..so after two denial of entrance, we are lining up in an other club: this time we are in and the party starts: "A billi, a billi, a billi, a billi,..." this is the song lyrics with which we are dancing with my Newyorker dude in the dance floor, while in the other room other people dance at the rhythm of Lambada ( when it came out in the 80s, it was regarded as an extreme dancing, what is by now compared with the R&B style?), eyes are pointed at us, I got the attention of somebody: it's not the bouncer/security guy, but a crew of sexy chicks: my friend are again challenging if I am brave enough to approach them. Yes, I am! Here, we go. Approach, get to dance and the rest is on. Lovely night, we first risk to street fight in the underground, then I end-up in a dormitory. Have no mobile, no idea where I am and the next day (Sunday) was the flight-back: I like to take risk, some times it pays off well, others not. This time it payed off!
I am back in Tallinn, ready to give another farewell party! Stay alert! <_>

When AFTERPARTYING never ends.

Saturday morning. Exausted from a night of club-dancing and chilling, we end up in Mr. Robinson, the last beach of the night tour, when testosterone levels are high and it blurs
the sight. We keep it cool up to 6:30 in the morning, dancing Russian songs, drinking Estonia beer and chick-hunting. The bouncers calmly invite me to leave the place, but no before memorizing a playable number. Nick proposes to go afterparty at his place, the international crew enthusiastically follows. We end up at the 12th floor of high-rise conodminium: the window portraits horizontally the city in its dawning (which is generally cloudy in Estonia ). Jamaican flag on the right wall, ravished's Bob Marley stare at us on our back, last R&B hit-songs on, the couch welcome our tiredness. 2 ladies start to sexy/belly dance in front of the window, I can't believe my eyes, it's a movie, a real one, done by us. In a pot of confused emotions, the adrenaline fill in the room. Nick's
Belgian hilarious friends start they infinite list of spontanous jokes: it's a blast of laughs...-)
I shyly follow the sexy dancer in an attempt to melt with their movements: girls are on, I restrain two impatients hands over my breast. Alcohol is our fuel and keep us going for some hours still. Vadim leaves us as in few hours he has to be at work-place( but as we heard, he felt asleep while walking towards the office and end up instead in front of Hollywood club..maybe led by some uncoscious strength).
Well, the party will end just because Nick and his friends, which came expressly from Belgium to spend a nice weekend, had to meet Nick's father and present themselves in a mannered way.
I will have an hard time to forget those moments and my friends too!

Nato il 23 Agosto 1982 . Celebrare e sorprendere !

Eccoci! Conto alla rovescia: meno 5 a un giorno speciale. Ok..lo ammetto! Lo so, sono egocentrico a scrivere queste parole ma in qualche modo lo siamo un pò tutti e non mi vergogno per questo.
Giusto un pizzico di compiacimento ma senza l'intento di vantarsi per questo.
Sono nato in una calda estate del lontano (mica tanto) 23 Agosto 1982, ad enna, in quel di Trinacria, dopo 9 lunghi mesi e mezzo di gestazione ( stavo bene dentro insomma)...forse questo è il motivo per cui sono fatto così oggi -)
Definire una personalità che incorpora sia le caratteristiche del segno della Vergine che quelle del Leone è sempre stato un enigma complicato da risolvere sia per la mia famiglia, per gli amici o la compagna (non cito nemmeno le conoscenze, perchè non fanno nemmeno il tentativo di impegnarsi in una relazione d'amicizia valida) . Quest'anno non mi aspetto nessun regalo convenzionale, niente danaro, ma vi chiedo solo di lasciare un giudizio, che venga dal vostro cuore o dalla vostra testa, sia negativo (apprezzo anche le critiche, che possono essere anonime, quindi sentitevi liberi di insultarmi se me lo merito ) che positivo ! Tutto qui, scrivete quello che vedete in me, la mia personalità, qualsiasi cosa vi venga in mente, nient'altro !
Ma, aspettate un secondo..! Non pensate che sia diventato un saggio dedito alla cura dell'animo tutto in una volta..! Non sono nè San Francesco nè un asceta, ancora ! Mi godo ancora i piaceri dei sensi : questo sabatoTallinn avrà un assalto di emozioni per la mente (hehe lo so di avere copiato l'espressione, ma mi garbava..i Coldplay mi citeranno in giudizio per questo?? ) Vi chiederete perchè..e la risposta è perchè ci sarà un grande evento che, miei cari amici, sarà dura da dimenticare..!! Ho già un piano in mente ma se qualcuno avesse dei suggerimenti, si senta libero di postarli sul blog !
Una breve nota, per dare una mano ad un amico: questo Venerdì a Tallinn avremo un delicato dibattito (non è che sia proprio un evento mondano) , organizzato da Giovanni, un ragazzo in gamba nonchè collega di lavoro, sull'invasione attuale della Georgia da parte della Russia, con celebri ospiti a rappresentare le parti in gioco. Potrete trovare maggiori dettagli su http://tallinn.cafebabel.com , che offre aggironamenti di continuo sugli accadimenti in Estonia.

Bloggati and posta il tuo personale regalo come commento a questo articolo... -)-) ti costerà solo un pò di inchiostro digitale e solo pochi neuroni attivi.
Subito scriverò le ultime sull'evento mondano dell'anno -D ! ! !