:: Sunday, 5 January 2003 ::
God, who could resist?
Italian teenagers live better than skippy teens. And here is the incontrovertible truth.
When you live in the Eternal City, which is full, piena, to bursting, and with buildings which are not about to be knocked down anytime soon to make way for bigger roads, littleness in cars is the go. Must have cars. That goes without saying. But they must be able to handle the city as it is. And it is full. Piena. Right? Right.
If this yummy magical delight is part of your cultural blood how can any rational person expect you not to shoehorn yourself into it or some equivalent as early as possible in your life, hmmm? And take a spin around Rome.
They can not.
:: WB 4:36 am [link+] ::