The great dream

Dear dad, I don’t know how can I do to attract your attention. Why don’t you tell me what I have to do? Soon, not so soon but soon, I will record a video to put on my blog. I would like to speak English in the tape. I would also have other ideas but, since I don't have an enormous wardrobe, they are too much expensive. I really don't have a lot of things to tell you. My life is flat and grey even more!
I have started the English lessons with the software tell me more. I have just finished the first level, but I am to the same starting point. What a beautiful satisfaction!
Few days ago, I have gone to Milan. You will say: " She will have visited the museums and the galleries in the centre of the town." Wrong ideas! I have gone to outskirts, a district full of crumbling buildings and of unknown streets. I was there for meeting my coatch writer. I Have spoken to him for two hours about my book, what insane creature!, I have explained him who, when, why, what: I have told him every details. At the end, he has said that perhaps could help me. Obviously he cannot give me any guarantee. He has explained that we have to enter tuning: what does it mean? We have to understand the outline of the novel and read the chapters over again to make the plot believable. We will work together, in the distance, for three months. In your opinion, how much money has he asked me for this work? 600 euros : payment in advance! Where could I find all these money? I should become a prostitute? Perhaps he is also interested in my money . At the end, I don't know him, I have seen him only one time , and I have found his nominative in internet. Even if it was honest, however three months would not be enough to end the job. Great!!! I am so lucky!! The day before departing for Milan, I have gone to the supermarket. When I have coming back with the shopping bags and I have started the engine, I have felt a terrible noise as if someone had attached some hundred tin cans to the car. The battery was broken and it bumped against the asphalt. I was out of me. I have driven to the first gas pump where two boys have worked for half an hour and to cut off the battery and put it into the trunk." You can take it easy” they have told me” and bring your car to the mechanical." The two boys didn’t want a cent, I could not believe what they said. Now my badget for three days to the sea has gone. With that money I will have to pay the mechanical. Curse!
But I want to return on the road for Milan. I have driven calm, I have employed more than three hours to arrive there. I have stopped to every station to buy some tickets of the lottery and some scratch and win. Nothing as usual! Fortune is not allied with me. Now she is kissing you and some other millionaire to the other site of the world. Could you give some of your fortune, please! You know what I mean…
I don't want to be bad, never, but sometimes…
If I were a hungry child or a young woman whith a cancer, I would already have been adopted. The whole world would be mobilized for helping me. But, as I am only a miserable fellow, with a roof on the head and some money to eat and to pay the taxes, I am ignored from everybody. This is the truth: I am not an interesting case, or a noble cause to be embraced and to be proud of . Charity is not also something that everybody know. That thing that is usually treated by the newspapers, mass media and publicity. A type of more silent charity does exist, a real one, (without distinction of age, sex, race and nationality), that reaches every person even if they live in the most distant and unknown place, of this absurd planet.

The great dream

I have been thought for my birthday but not from you! I have received a videocamera paid by my friends, with which I hope to make some beautiful video to put in the blog. My aunts have paid me a t -shirt of Fiorucci. I don't know how much they have spent, but for them that is a lot of money. I have bought the famous software tell me more, with which I hope that I will improve my English. I am to the first level, but I am studying hard, and I will soon reach the second level. This would naturally be good for my blog, in this way, you, dear daddy,could understand what I write. I want to make a video in which I will speak English, It’s not a joke!, I will learn my script as a true actress. The things I will say, with work and in a difficult English, are for you
Speaking of money, do you know how much is my budget now? 300 euro for the whole summer! If an unforeseen happened to me, money should be spent in less than a minute! If some small change remain , I will go three days to the beach in a hostel. To 15 euro a day, rooms from eight people and the bath in common. Great, isn't it?
A good news: I have to be satisfied me with little things. I have just earned 100 euro with an exchange transaction, I have sold Alleanza ass. At the price of 4,90 euro ( list price 4,77 euro). I have earned 100 euro, but I am hurd up. I am poor and unfortunate, but my mind, as usual, travels toward distant places and dreams...
Listen to me dear daddy. Which are the best methods legal or not!, for making some money? I think this:
1) be adopted. I cannot deny it: it would change my life forever
2)make 6 to the superenalotto. Price: 70 million of euro!! I think that they would be enough for me for two lives
3)play to the video pocker... they cheat!
4)play the Stoch Exchange
how many possibilities could I have?
Other solutions:
1) sell the furnitures of my home: they are ancient and I think I could sell them well by auction
2)sell the picture of Novella Parigini, a rather famous painter. I would like to know
how much would the buyers be prepared to pay for having it?
I don't have other ideas at the moment...
What a sadness! I would like to be rich, but nothing...
When I played the Stock Exchange, I always prayed to know an insider trader that told me the correct movements...
Why are my dreams not realizing? Why, when you were born under a bad star, you cannot change your destiny? It’s unjust!
Many rich were born in a rich family, others have built alone their own empire, but only little ones. I don't belong of none of the two groups sigh!
Who are you, dear daddy?
Why don’t you be able to find me? Perhaps, I should learn to put the links in the text of my posts, so I could reach some interesting pages. This joke could help me to be found and could put my blog at the top of the blogosphera. gossip
What could I do?
1) connect me with pages of gossip from Hollywood (rumors are always in fashion)
2)connect to film’s pages as coming soon
3) report the news of rich managers, spread by the newspapers
4) connect to the pages of the gurus of Wall Street and the high finance
5) for example I could report cases of people that have become rich through very strange ways
In this way, even if I won't call your name, I will feel you nearer. I would like to be your daughter. In Italy, the children of rich parents are calling “figli di papà” to underline their fabulous condition.
They doesn't have problems. For example my father didn't want that I join the university. I Liked the Faculty of Letters, and he always said:” what will you do after the degree”. The poor people, after the dreamland of the beautiful academic world, are forced to face the difficulties of the life. They are forced to live a life full of difficulties and of economic crisis. Beautiful the world out of Hollywood, out of beautiful villas, out of yachts, out of a bank account full of money, out of the trips around the world, of the beautiful cars, of the gilded life of the stars!!!
Small digression full of anger:-))
Naturally I joined the University. I chose the Faculty of Letters because I would never been able to face a course of economy or engineering. Now I have a precarious job precarious and I am as poor as a church mouse!.
Sometimes I am sad because I am already 37 years old. This is because I have not been able to live my twenty years. I was a sad girl without hope. For ten years I have had a terrible nervous breakdown which was forced me to take many medicines... It has not been easy but I have won my battle. Now I’m surprised myself every day, from the strength of my hope and the courage with which, in spite of the silence, the loneliness and the indifference round my blog and my life, I face the existence every instant of my life and I preserve my dreams.
Ciao daddy
The love you
The yours almost daughter, the insane dreamer
Stefania