Today I went to Milan, the ILO, international travel bag. The fact that the name BIT let me remind Immanuel Casto is another thing. I had never been fair in Milan: it is almost surreal is made of these structures all shiny and all wrong that are not even ugly. Here and there there is some artificial lake, hideous sculptures and bar chains. I can not say how big actually, I just know that losing a game. Today was divided into zones: Italy, World, and I do not remember what it's called the third. The fairs I've never liked them so much, there is too much the same thing and eventually you go a little bit confused. Today, the BIT turned people dressed in a characteristic way, there was Radio 24 live, there were those who danced, who sang ... in short, a mess. In this section, each country world tried to reproduce the atmosphere and, in two steps, goes through the 'India to South Africa,' Islanda a Cuba, dalla Germania all' Australia. Tutti distribuivano pacchi di cataloghi e cercavano di coinvolgerti. Io mi sono fatta fare un tatuaggio all'hennè nello stand dello Yemen e mi sono fatta venire un' incredibile voglia di viaggiare. Io non ho visto il BIT come il nido dell'economia, ma come un posto per sognatori. Ci voleva un po' meno casino. Un' altra cosa che non mi è bene chiara è perché tutti, ma proprio tutti quelli presenti erano vestiti eleganti: uomini in giacca e cravatta e donne in gonna e tacchi. Chissà perché. Quasi tutti erano da soli, forse pensavo di andare lì a cuccare. Non lo so. Io per dieci minuti oggi mi sono innamorata. Mi sono innamorata di un ragazzo che dava cataloghi nello stand di qualche posto Eastern Europe, I do not know where, I have not read the name, I looked at him. I bet he would love Charlotte. He had blue eyes and dreadlocks lunghissi collected very well tanned and full of bracelets, gentle, smiling. I will stop here. Then I got carried away by the casino and now they are decidedly tired.
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