renew their identity card. Anagrafe of Pisa is a queue of exactly 23 people, now managed by the system of numerini. However, when these enter the room look at you with some hostility, it is not clear why. Then when your turn comes (after a couple of Oretta), the clerk will reveal that, contrary to what the sign says, it takes two passport photos, not one. In the office there is a certain air of closure of the south. The clerk says not to worry and go easily to make passport photos to the appropriate machine, then returning from the back-office. In fact I get my ID card thanks to the reasonableness of the employee. Generalizing, one can say that in Italy the systems are incredibly bad (anagrafe two hours, what a pleasure), and are made bearable or unbearable only by the flexibility and ingenuity of people. When this talent is there.
Intercity . By train there is a small family with a child unbearable. This blonde and exophthalmic, invented a nice game, consisting in naming everything he sees: "Home", "train", "lord", etc., in a tone of singing, reciting. The game is fun for thirty seconds ... Obviously ignore the parents, indeed insists. Mamma threat that this evening you will not have video games, maybe tomorrow. The child clearly does not believe for one second, and then invent another game, which is to scratch the chair. The father's a slap spring, the baby starts to cry profusely, for a good ten minutes. I feel a malignant satisfaction - otherwise makes noise, but at least he got a slap. Then, and here's the originality, try using the lever of guilt in the parent you glad you hurt me? full of tears ... the parent mutters its not too effective pedagogies. It 's the kind of scenes that always make me wonder, but I want children? At Rapallo station down. The child and her sister with the backpacks the size of milk cartons, Mother with a froufrou zainino and a little purse is completely focused on managing the children's father (not herculean) with three suitcase, two in hand and a thrust kick.
Rapallo inconvenience or bathing. I realized yesterday that Rapallo is a beautiful place if you love big crowds and mass graves, or if you have a Bonehead of money and then you can afford mansions and yachts. More generally, the Ligurian tourism seems to be a hymn to the discomfort. People on each other, climbing on rocks, or crushed into tiny beach stones. MOVING road, on the one hand beautiful villas, recintatissime preventing access the sea, the other heavy vehicle traffic. Bathing establishments that portrayed the urban hubbub, high density, thick dense tables, children who sprinkle with the water gun and that, given the density of population, who should not spray every now and then. Residence entirely on pitchers, on top of the mountain views, but to go to sea you can choose between
- the van-the-residence, with timetables and travel companions random, but then you might as well stay in Milan and take the train North
- the car, resulting in lack of legal parking space and wandering through narrow streets, but then you might as well stay in Milan and try to park your car near the Cadorna
- hike for the steep streets and nice for fans of the branch, a bit 'busy when the sun beats
- the excursion on the Aurelia, a kind of Russian roulette
- short, this year we have already given.
