How Much Does It Cost To Become Bonded

Notes of a traveler in the land of socialism

it all began. Years ago, a classmate from high school told me "Turin seems a Moscow Bolshevik" and I obviously do not
or I could not believe it. But I've been holding the dream on a cold November day
(I would say almost Siberian!) Has come true! Caoticissima morning: a bustle of people on the street (put a little 'difficulty in the "Sunday walk") in front of the Fiat workers and principals and in Piazza Castello with unmistakable background music of the Third International and the smell of tortillas-like celebration of 'Unity and finally a riot of red flags have announced the arrival of the Revolution and the taking of the Palace of the Region! It 'was all a bluff: the Squatter anti-Olympic cyclical excesses, the hot August grenade as well as the voice of the movement raised
no-Tav were conceived as a azioncelle noise, smoke in the public eye
to hide the true revolutionary goal: the re-conquest of our ex-factory town! At any moment a man in glasses and cashmere will dawn on his forehead from the balcony of our "building Winter "and the flood of" r's "Fly arringherà the cheering crowd and decide the first attessimi edicts promulgated by the Soviets of workers (in chair). What else? I have tears in my eyes (it will be my neighbor with dreddoni is that I smoked his Cylum?), But I try to compose myself: I am a spokesman at the bottom of the revolution, a little 'friendly aplomb of an agent of the KGB, of course! Invitation to the Third World romanticism radical-chic, then! If you want, I will keep you informed about this growing adventure to the next revolutionary press release, then!