The great dream

Dear Dad: It is officially in the city there is no one. Every year for my birthday, people disappear. When I was a child, I bacame angry bacause nobody came to my birthday party. Some people born under a bad star. It's nice! Once again I want to highlight the relationship between life and blogosphere. From several days, Internet is a desert highway. A ghost town. Where are all gone? At the sea! And I stay at home to eat the liver! However, dear dad, the important thing is that you are there. In the last post, I told you that Italy is a country for old, backward and ignorant: I have not changed my mind. On June the six, there were elections. I did not want to vote. In the end I went to the polls to put my cross, with the nose cap and blindfolded. Does it sound possible? Most of the Italians no longer trust the clowns who govern us. The policy has become a video game, a business of tits and ass and mega party. According to statistics, only the rich vote, while the poor: precarious workers, pensioners, small middle class go to swell the ranks of the party of absenteeism. And when they go to vote,the blasphemy! Other than a country for old , this is a nation of lost. Dear daddy, I want to be adopted before the economic situation falls. Help me! Always thinking of you. It's true.I think what I wrote and what I could write. I regret not to know English and I am sorry for spelling errors. I always hope you appreciate the effort. By the way, yesterday I took photos in the supermarket near home, and when i was there, next to the window of Benetton, seemed to me to be a vip on Rodeo Drive ... America: The great dream ...It seems that my life rotates around a single point. I dream and I immediately think about an american father, I write a book and the protagonist is just to catch a flight to Los Angeles. The only one that stay at home it's me, my body however, because my spirit is on the road for some time ... The hero of my book is a poor wretch. He was twenty and he is already a failure. It has no money, no talent and decides to go to America in search of fortune. He will become a vagabone, he will live on the road, with the camera hanging around his neck. Will he achieve his dreams? If you are born poor, life soon turns into a mystery. The poor devils never know anything. When they decide to do something, although they are absolutely convinced, destiny decides the game. For the rich are different. They are born with a safety belt, a kind of second skin that protects them from adversity. They are blessed by fate, have powerful friends, beautiful homes, and if this were not enough, a lot of money for every eventuality. Great! If I could choose, I wanted to be Onassis's daughter, or not rise at all. Everyone should be have a great future: a thousand and one night, don't you think so? Be careful dad! My expectations on you are growing. Yesterday I hope you were an experienced Internet user, today I hope that you are also a philanthropist. It's a good thing, although you will not be able to save everyone. There are causes less known but equally important causes :))... All lost causes however. Bad wisecrack ! I hope that you are more optimist, so you can teach me a little hope in the future. Now I have to greet you. I'll turn back to my book. In my mind .... trips are always beautiful, It doesn't care where you go. Naaa!! By Stefania