The hate.
recall with nostalgia the hot summers and sticky with sweat when they eat the ice cubes made sense because it was so hot. And when you saw drinking a glass of water evaporates from the pores that had not yet fallen into the stomach.
Good times ... Already ...
was better when it was worse!
air now conditioning affects our lives. Supermarkets, shops, it is found even in the homes of friends who show pride in their trap and they say the Arctic, with bright eyes of love: "Is not it wonderful?"
in the office. Not any office. An open space (sounds better in English. Enormous Room with big big table looks bad, no?) With bunk desks, a crowd that seems to Host Mid-August and all, all, but you and another classmate to lamentation, which suffering from the heat as if it were to Host August.
The air conditioning temperature is required to "open the refrigerator door," while the unions that the blow out, "which are under eh?" stresses the technical, blurted cruel where it hurts most: it seems that they know all our weaknesses, 'sti children of a large ... whore!
The cold air is seeping under the pitiful sweaters (you can walk around with the wool in late May?) Mercilessly hitting the already battered bones of my neck and sensitive vocal cords of the throat of Paola.
All this because some have hot ... so hot ... so I guess seeing them melt out of the door in August: shhhhh ... un'acquetta of them would remain only a little 'thick and sticky. I'd need a shelter to the Daikin in the summer months.
... daydream our open space emptied by the warm and gentlemen, all on the loose sidewalks of Rome. The air conditioning removed, uprooted from the wall, short circuit and unions launched under a truck running on Tuscolana ...
I know I am a romantic dreamer ...
the blog Memories of Red Fish 
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