A million dollar father

The great dream

2009-07-11T09:48:00.000-07:00

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

2009-07-02T04:14:00.000-07:00

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

The great dream

2009-06-27T02:39:00.000-07:00

Dear daddy,
The countdown is finished. I am 37 years old. On June 23 I woke up myself with the fog and the temperature had gone down to 18 degrees. I went to the beach, the same, but there I found rain and icy wind and I returned back home. I am again alone in the city: sad and depressed. My dreams are collapsing in the nothing... It’s the end! I look at my blog and I see that there are no comments. What am I? Transparent, invisible, a ghost? A part of me cries: I am alive, I want to live, but another part is resigned to the worse. I should follow the reason and I should understand. Nobody is prepared to adopt a 37 year-old daughter! Really the men are made in the same mould and they are all able to think of the same way? Do you really want to belong to the flock? Is it not possible that someone decides to do something different using his own head? Perhaps the adoption for adults is not in fashion, but who has said that someone needs to follow the fashion by force of habit!
They beat me some things in head...
For example: a father has only son boy and would like to have a female. Here I am! Or, a couple, after having spent so many money for long treatments, cannot have children. They already has a certain age, so they cannot adopt a little child. I am the solution!
Other example: a father, seeing my blog, falls in love with me and he wants to give me a possibility. Why it should be impossible? Ah, I was forgetting an important thing, The rich ones think only about their money. Adopt a child? It would be too much expensive! He will be thinking: my children are enough for me! To this point, I want to say something: I am very economic. Here things I would like to have:
a small apartment in Italy and one in Florida (or in California). Is this too much expensive for you, daddy? If you wanted to be generous, I would also like to have some money on my current account... But only for my birthday, for native, in short, for the recurrences. Naturally for a normal father, this would be too much expensive, but for a rich father they are crumbs.
Now I would like to tell you what I am prepared to offer you. I am of the sign of the Cancer, I was born the 23 June of 1972. The horoscope, sometimes, says the truth. I am sensitive, dreamer, conservative, attached to the house and the family. Is it all right for you? If you only wanted it, I would take care of you and I would give you everything of my love. Perhaps I am crazy, but I think that my dream can be realized. As I told you, a part of the problem is that my blog has little visibility. I am not a webmaster, I don't intend me of feed, rss, css and language html, unfortunately! I hope that the destiny will lend me a hand to make my blog visible for the most greater number of people. I am crossing the fingers and I am hoping...
I hope that you will find me, lost in the blogosfera, hungry of love and exhausted, and I hope that I will find you and I can finally embrace you
Ciao daddy
I love you!!
P.S. if you could not understand what wrote in the letter, please do me him to know! If you helped me to correct the errors and to improve my English, I would be happy

The great dream

2009-06-19T06:50:00.000-07:00

Dear daddy, I am sad. I am sad because you don't write me. Sad for the misfortunes that are in the world, in comparison to which I am obviously lucky, but when the tv shows the recent meeting among the president Obama and Berlusconi ( kiss, embrace and welcome my friend!), I feel disgust.
I am sad because I don't know the English and translate the posts is a mission impossible. I hope that you understand me the same... When you will adopt me, you will teach me the English, don’t you?
I always think of you. I try to enter into your thoughts, to understand the reason for your silence. You perhaps want to know me better and you are observing me from behind the scenes, even if you don't send me your comments. I hope to capture your attention and I hope to satisfy your curiosity. What can I do for being listened by you? I would like you love me. I would like that you embraced my lost cause... there are days in which, in spite of my good will, it seems me that the dreams collapse. Then I make fantastic stories about you, while I am clenching one’s teeth and wait. I want to tell you an amusing story. I have looked for thousand times to become rich. How does the proverb say? The problem is the first million dollars. I was convinced, so I have spent enough money buying tickets of the lottery , knowing that I would have (had? Help me!!) greater possibilities to be stricken from a lightning rather than to win to the superenalotto. But I have done of worse... or it depends on the points of view...
I played the Stock Exchange. I have lost a lot of money. And now I am ready to begin agai The factis that I fool myself to have enough experience… I will end as my dear friend that has dissipated his current account and a part of his liquidation. From some time, I have observed the mib 30 and I was convinced that, in spite of the oscillations of the index, there were however a fair marginof profit. Yesterday I have purchased the Alliance ass to the price of 4,77 euro. I hope to have fortune! I would like to earn 100/200 euro for my birthday. Have you ever seen the countdown in my blog? They are remain only 4 days! I am 37 years old: an age in which everyone starts to strike the balance of life.I had three dreams and I have not realized anybody of it. Here is the list:
1) becoming rich
2) becoming a very successful writer
3) living in a warm place as the Florida or the California
What a sadness! For my birthday I would like to realize at least one of these dreams. I pray you save me!
In the next days I will not write other posts because I will go away for a little holiday: three days to Cesenatico, in the Romagna’s Coast. I will go to some hairy hotels without the conditioned air. Why don’t you come with me? You would naturally stay to the Great Hotel and I would come to visit you every day.
By the way, for my birthday I have changed look. I have cut the hair. What a beautiful gift!!! My aunts, sweet aunts! are thinking about giving me some pants and some pair of socks. What a sadness! I’d like to buy a software called tell me more to improve my English. Price: 140 euro! Too much for my poor finances! You must consider that the holiday costs me 150 euro and the extras, I can not spend more
But there is a good thing. Summer , at the end, has arrived. In Bologna there are 35/40 degrees: a miracle! I love hot. I splash inside as a goose in the mud! I am happy. After a winter, in which I used scarfs, a lot of wool sweaters, and the purse of the warm water in bed, I am sure that in my other life I was a lizard. An animal with cold blood that goes to lethargy. I have lived all the winter in coma. I was depressed and I was in hibernation all the time. I want the sun, the hot all the year. I hope that you live in a place with the sun, full of light and life.
By the way I will bring with me a California’s guide. Is it true that there the tourists can not go on foot? It’s strange but beautiful! The walk of Fame, the tour of the villas of the stars ... By the way, have you left your impressions on the most famous sidewalk of the world? I am reading about Saint Monica: the beach, the bronzed bodies, the surfers... A heaven! Angelinos say that in the south of the California the sun shines the whole year. Lies! Hollywood has to feed its myth and its business. I know that there is a season of the rains, which remains around two months. In that period the temperatures are rather low, but L.A. is always L.A., and a myth is always a myth, rain or not rain.
Here the rich ones spend the winter to Palm Springs or, in full desert! They are lucky!
Sooner or later I will also come there . But I don't want an organized trip. I want to sleep in the motel, to be on the road, to enjoy my adventure . I want to live every instant of my Promised Land as if it were the last.. I don’t know how a man can live in such a horrible place and be happy. Mysteries of the life...
But this is another story...
Dear daddy, now I must greet you. I love you... See you soon
Ciao
Stefania (Stefy)

The great dream

2009-06-15T08:42:00.000-07:00

Dear dad,
why don't you write me? Where are you? What are you doing? Do you think I am crazy? A little madness is good! Crazy is the one who ignores his dreams, don't you think so? Common people always think that rich men are so because they have had fortune. For this reason they are in peace because they don't belong to this category. I have a different opinion.
I think rich ones don't mind what people say. They walk on their way, however. If someone told them that they are crazy, what would they tell him? They would probably agree, but they would laugh... On the same, they have gone, even if their dream was not course of hand. Do you understand what I mean to say? We need to fight for our dreams. Fight every day, every time, every instant. Always. Sometimes we have to lend a hand to the destiny. Some people do it, other people look and bacome sad and old...
I think rich men are not men but supermen. They are stronger, more determined, surer, more cynic, more intuitive...more!...than the common deadly men. They always are extraordinary charm and have a kind of magnetic attraction to which nobody can't resist. They was born to seducing. And a vein of madness also flows into their veins. This makes them special, just like me. Don't you want to know me, daddy? Some more details? I am 1,60, normal costitution, brown hair, brown eyes, out smile. I am a normal person, more or less, not beautiful. So forget your canons of beauty, please! :-))
I would like to know you. I already have a list of best daddies. Bankers, guru of the new technology as Bill Gates, publishers, directors and actors, of course.
But I am open to everything: not really to everything!! I have not enough time. Among a week it will be my 37 birthday. I hate it!!! What do you think about making me the most beautiful gift of the world? Help me to change my life, please, save me!
Ciao
Stefania

P.S. Just few words. I really want have a very rich daddy. Ok? I am not racist, but I don't want a Middle East father. Be sold for two camels is orrible. I'd like to be adopted by an actor.
Clint Eastwood: the man of the dust
Robert Redford: whisperers to horses for the golden boy...
Jack Nicholson: The bad wolf of Hollywood
Morgan Freeman: Who says I can't ride the rainbow?
Al Pacino: every damn role
Robert de Niro: a fiery lion
Woody Allen: Woody Allen on Woody Allen: it's nice!
Steven Spielberg: Jurassico and extraterrestre
Bill Gates: I can't forget him. The man of the microsoft, he really has an electronic braim. And he is also a great philanthropist!
That's all

The great dream

2009-06-11T08:17:00.000-07:00

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

The boss

2009-06-10T23:13:00.001-07:00

What's beautiful

I love you dad

2009-06-10T15:00:00.000-07:00

Dear millionaire dad, in your successful life, have you ever thought if your dreams were too much ambitious?When the dreams are greater than us, we have to submit us to the destiny ... But my dream is still there ...It's you, it's America. A song of Lucio Dalla,an Italian singer, says this way: America is distant, on the other side of the moon... For me there is not only a middle ocean. It's a great distance because I don't have Lilleri. As It always told my grandfather: senza Lilleri non si Lallera, that means: without money you have nothing. As usual ,he was right. As I had promised you, I want to tell you some useless things that concern me. On June 23 will be my birthday. 37 year old! Horrible! It would be different if I received one gift from you . If I found a mail in which you tell me to reach you in America. The Big Apple! Wow!!! The most beautiful gift of my life! However, in italia it is summer. I am happy because I hate the cold. This year I won't go to the beach. I have to save money for the trip in the United States, in February. Perhaps we will meet ther, perhaps... I Imagine that I would have problems with the language. Unfortunately I speak a scholastic English. Sigh! Another impossible dream. And by tha way, speaking of impossible dream,do you know that I am writing a book? Mission impossible, as usual . Certainly if I were rich and I knew someone of the environment... It's always a matter of money! I am thinking about addressing to a coach writer. I have to meet him among a few weeks, to Milan. What can I say? Today is a beautiful day therefore I will go to the park. A pair of jeans, a T shirt, tennis shoes, and... Walking in the middle of the nature, reassures me the spirit, it makes me feel lighter. But.... I miss you! My natural parents have departed, god blesses them!, so I have the house all for me. I am 37 years old and I don't have a house. My friends have made a loan to purchase a house Poor thing! They go to work for giving the money to the bank and to pay the taxes. What life is it? There is no justice in this world. We should be all rich ones. Where I am, life is wretched. We are not in Africa or in the third world, but Italians are the Americans of one century ago , Italy is a country for old. A country where people are ,closed and ignorant , and technology is a a kind of alien object. The forty years old people know how to use internet but, for many fifty old people is an enemy to be fought. We are like the farmers of the fifties : afraid and stupid. Someone has said: Italians are good people.Nothing more wrong! I belong to the this group but I am not proud of it. The only difference is that I am more trained. I am enrolled to all the chats, the newsgroup, the social network, and forums. For me privacy is an illusion. what should I hide ? I am transparent, visible. I hope that you, dear dad, are an experienced navigator to find me in the blogosfera. It's strange as internet you resemble to the life. The human beings, each of us, is a point on the terrestrial globe, and the blogs are only a lost url in the blogosfera.... to be found, We need to have fortune. I hope to have fortune. Dear dad, I wait for you. I love You, see you soon Stefania

The great dream

2009-06-10T02:25:00.000-07:00

I want to be adopted by a rich father, possibly American. I am 35 years old, but what's the matter? A greater reason, I have the necessity to systematize me. I have not had an easy life, and now that I draw near to the 40, I have to dare more. Why I should not have a chance? Why my dreams should stay closed in a drawer, or somewhereb else? I am fed up! I have made thousand searches on internet founding on the key words: being adopt by a rich father, and the results? Zero!! I am flown. Why an adult can not be adopted? A child, poor guy, has the whole life, but an adult, toward the forty, is full of dreams but the hope is weak. It's my last hope. I have had a wretched life and I want to have the possibility to change my future. I want so many money, all those that I have never had, I want to travel, to buy anything without minding expenses, I want to feel what they try the rich ones. Before becoming too much old, I want to try to live to the great one! I believe that a rich person,a million dollar one, who decides to adopt an adult has to have a big heart and a great generosity. The thing can be seen in so many ways, it is surely for example a form of beneficence,: to change the destiny of a person is a great thing. The key word is opportunity. Because you don't become rich from day to day.I perhaps ask the moon and I follow unknown streets, but I believe that this type of adoption is a revolution that could turn into a tendency, a chance for so many unfortunate poor men. Then, dear dad, anywhere you are, I pray you adopt me. Don'y leave me alone with all of my projects. You must win your inevitable skepticism and contact me. I believe it. Because if you stop dreaming what you are?

P.S My English is horrible and I have used a translator as many horrible. Please, forgive me!