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 ! ! !

Born 23rd August 1982 . Celebrate and surprise !

Hey hey! Countdown: 6 days to a special day.Ok..I admit to myself! I know it's egomaniac writing these lines but to some extent we all are so and don't feel any shame about it. Just a bit of self-praise, with no intention to brag about.
I was born in an hot summer dating back 23rd August of 1982, after 9 long month and a half (weird eh) ..that's why I am this way today -) and defining a personality which embodies both the sign of Virgo and Lio has always been a complicated enigma to solve out for family friends or partner(don't even cite acquaintances,because they don't even make the effort to commit to a strong friendship). This year I don't want any regular present, not material objects, not money, but I just ask you to drop some lines, that come out from your heart or your head, both negative (I even appreciate the critics and they will be completely anonymous, so be free to insult me if you feel so ) and positive ! That's it, write about how you see me, my personality, whatever it comes to your mind, nothing else!
But wait a second! Don't think that I turned so completely spirtual at once..! I am not san Francesco or a preist yet! I still feel the pleasure of the senses. In fact,
this Saturday Tallinn will have a rush of emotions to the head ( hehe i know I copied it, but I like the expression..will Coldplay sue me for this?)Why?..Because there will be a great unique event that, my dear friends, you'll have an hard time to forget..!! I have already a plan in mind but if anybody of you comes out with any hint, feel free to post it !
A brief note, to help a friend out: this Friday in Tallinn, we will have a delicate debate, organised by Giovanni, an Italian smart-dude, about Russian invasion of Georgia this days, with singular representatives of different parties..
You can find major details on www.tallinn.cafebabel.com, which also keeps updates with interesting news on Estonia.
Stay tuned and post your present on my blog -)-)It costs you just some digital ink.
Soon I'll write about the party event as well!

Dancing Caribbean style

Dancing is a free expression of the body, a way to release energy. Locals and pubs are a natural destination for this form of fun. Yes, because for many it is and remains a form of pure entertainment, people even take classes and spend hours of training just to get the skills to become a good dancer.
But more and more these days are on Tv videos featuring Hip-Hop dancers showing off a lifestyle made of $$$, cars and semi-naked good shape bodies, which are a source of inspiration for young generations. Take Madonna for example, she has been an icon for years, almost decades, because she portraits a sexy, never aging, moral-breaker model and people want that, so public gathering become places where teenagers and even adults can identify with their heroins and heros (actually that made me think of an exploitable business idea ).
Others dymamics take place for Caribbean dances like Salsa, Merengue or Cha Cha Cha.
My first Argentinian teacher once said : "Bailar es la forma suprema de cortejo". I can't deny that, considering all the couples that met in a bolero dancefloor. This form of dance has an intrinsic beauty, two bodies which simultaneously move. It's enchanting. Women, honestly, prove generally to be more natural at it, while men have generally to struggle more to find the proper rhythm.

SEDUCTION

As promised, this article will be about a really subtle form of communication, which can be seen in many fields of life: seduction. It is just a word, but it involves many different meanings and aspects. Starting as far as icons like Cleopatra, Casanova and Don Juan, just to cite the most known seducer of history, the list of examples could go on. The source of inspiration for this topic is Zorro, under my sight right now: in this case the seductive fascination comes form his being a bandit, an outlawer, and is the mistery which surrounds him which creates the seductive imagenery. My flatmate suggests that also his beautiful eyes (Antonio Banderas') complete the figure.
But can a definition of what seduction be found? The dictionary gives short
definitions which doesn't help a lot ( to lead or draw away, as from principles, faith, or allegiance ).
Seduction is a term which can be referred not only to people: communication is persuasively seductive, design, clothes, buildings, clubs are seductive. Can a common ground be found to explain the sense of it? I envite the readers to sort it out and give their personal perspective on it.

La Dolce Vita

TALLINN-RIGA-MILAN: GO AND BACK IN 4 DAYS !!

Stockholm...layed down on a sofa of the company's apartment! Surfing the Internet looking for a flight to reach Milan in July. Giovanni suggests to leave from Riga with Raynair (yeah this low cost company that offer cost effective tickets, but the service on board sucks)..well, I live in Tallinn, five hours away by bus..Cool, well done, I take it: departure on 5th July from Riga, back the 8th at Riga. Here it starts the trip.
Tallinn, almost midnight 4th July:
I go on the bus and just sit down in a comfortable place, try to relax and get sleepy. A funny Russian couple set in front of me; the husband wants to prove he is the Alpha man of the situation, with his physical appearance, so it starts to pose in different ways and never stops..OMG, I hope he will understand I dont give a damn about her wife...ok, change position and get to sleep.
Around 5 o' clock in the morning I am at Riga airport...what the heck I do up to 11:25 (time of departure). You got it: I try to sleep...first bench to short, "go and look for another", I whisper to myself...well done, in perfect begger style, I lay down in a really crowded place, with my black leather coat, green hat in front of the face and grab my bags (never know..some thiefs on the way!).
Departure from Riga 11:25:
On the Raynair flights, passangers are allowed to seat wherever they desire..I have just a preference to seat next to the aisle, never know, some cute hostess is always a pleasure. Next to me set a couple of Italians, but for a while I pretend not to understand...this huge Italian man just starts to talk loudly, he seems funny actually and talks talks talks...I start to wonder, is he really a cool guy? He even flirts with the hostesses, I have to get to know him. "Ciao, vi è piaciuta Riga?" and the conversation boosts...
Whenever you'll find yourself talking with people from Milan, this question never misses "What's your job?".."Well, I have just started to work for an It company...bla bla bla"..As I am curious, I keep the same question up to the end of the flight and listen guys what comes out: "They work in porn industry and they are coming back from a recruiting session in Riga...can imagine the rest! Hilarious.

Milan, Saturday 5th July.
Arriving at Bergamo airport, the bus is just outside the airport. 40 degrees, the air conditioned is on and the driver is heading to Milan.After one hour we arrive at Milan, the capital of fashion, shoppings, models. Just a brief walk into the Central station and I take the underground to go home. The only reason why I am doing this trip is an exam I must face on Monday, but actually I haven't spent one single hour to get it ready, so on my bags there are just the books I need to overcome the exam, no computer, Ipod or other form of distraction. The intention is just to spend the weekend studying and get ready for the exam..I start to think if I would be able to succeed it or not, and I am more doubtful than confident about the result of it...nevertheless I decide to get rid of it!
Milan, Monday 7th July.
Just woke up..I really don't feel like go for the exam! I am heading to university and met my turkish colleague..she convinces me to go for the exam! Go and rock it. Exam done:
I am so happy, my self-esteem is on fire and wow ! Mission accomplished! Now the day is free. I go shopping, jogging, partying at ex-flatmate's place..it's 2 o' clock in the night, my luggages are not ready yet and the bus to the airport is in 2 hours..F..k, hurry up! Call the cab and get the bus..sleepy!
Riga, Tuesday 8th July.
I land in Riga around 11. These days getting to know people with such social network like couchsurfing is really easy! I have just contacted one local from Riga which offers to show me around the city! Here we go. Riga, I must admit, is much more charming than Tallinn: the river just crosses the city, widespread and it stills has this soviet spirit!
Got to visit the museum, the old town, university, park and so on..the lady, I would say the guide, is really gentle and makes me feel very in touch with the spirit of the city.
I am encanted! My bus leaves at 4:30 in the afternoon but I refuse to leave..I still wanna enjoy the city more..time filled perfectly! The next bus is at 11:30 but I am risking not to find any available ticket..next day, what should I say to the boss "Well..I lost my bus!" Not believable, but I take the risk...close my eyes and tries to rest on the bus.
Tallinn, 5' o clock in the morning.
I survived this experience! Back in Tallinn. The sun is rising, the taxi from the station refuses to bring me home for 100 koroon! Well, I'll enjoy some fresh air..Got home, have breakfast and get ready for my work day ! ! ! Ready !

Fashion

What is fashion? This word has always been full of mistery and charming. Let's try to give a definition of it using some metaphor. Is maybe "a form of art applied to the human body", or is maybe just some "piece of material finely combined together which fit perfect bodies". Whatever the explanation is, a unique definiton will be always reductive. I would call it a form of creativity and ultimate creation. Fashion follows the spirit of its creator, the stylists.
Rich countries live fashion as a daily issue, people like to be fancy, get social attention and pose as model, just to get noticed, to upgrade their own status. Having a definite position inside your
social group is also determined from the way you dressed. If your are branded, than you get social bonus and this can be spent in terms of image and respect. Living Milan is living fashion on a daily basis: walking for the streets you can notice models to every corner; just tiny bodies which fastly move forward in a dynamic catwalk style. Glamour is a word that is very often used in this environment, stylish, snobby as well but the ultimate goal of nowadays fashion is just
to seduce! Seduce your partner, your potential chaser, your employer in a continuos effort to control the frame by subtle dress communication. Seduction will be the next topic to be discussed so be on alert..