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Gone with the Wind


Sometimes air blowing a breeze of wind dick, the wind that makes it possible to design new routes along mysterious seas, toward unexplored shores.
You can not know the port of arrival. You do not even know if you can land somewhere.
For this reason, many prefer not to travel driven by the current wind dick. The wind blows dick
when and where you least expect it.
I, for example, I distinctly perceived at a dinner a few nights ago, when I discovered that in Tehran there is a high school Italian. It 's a high school in all respects, where he studied Italian, and where to get a year-end jury Italy for the exam. Anyone
conceived this idea has indeed been overwhelmed by a veritable storm of wind dick: an Italian high school in Tehran, in a country where the Italian community has about a hundred people, and where the law forbids non-Muslim citizens to attend schools.
The situation is further aggravated by the fact that the school is not the state. It 'a foundation of righteous living and donations.
For me this school is a kind of fragile monument. Represents the will of the small Italian community to preserve and protect their cultural identity.
It 's true that despite all the Italians are good people.
The story intrigued me, and so during dinner I further speech. I found out how the school, I felt the many problems and difficulties which threaten it. Dunno, I am fond of history.
Just as one person told me in detail what the difficulties in finding teachers who are in Italian, someone opened the door to the terrace. I felt a light breeze of wind dick I stroked her hair.
Many prefer to avoid going there driven by the current wind dick. My instinct I should not lift the anchor and not to raise the sail: the port is the safest place. The wind
dick is a rare phenomenon, and can have dramatic effects and bring enormous. The port is the safest place.
The instinct is holding me back. Yet slowly sailing salt, and as the sail is hoisted on the mast, I am surrounded by a mixed feelings. I perceive the crap, but they are attracted.
Via ... I raise the anchor!
Ah yes, you are desperate because you are missing a professor of physics? No problem, I come!
The wind pushes dick very strong, and yet, not yet fully risen, jumping flying over water. The tiller is crazy.
not see the horizon, and it is not clear in which direction you are visiting. It receives only energy and movement.
I look around.
a couple of weeks are the new Italian school of physics professor Tehran. I teach only students who will face the maturity, and I teach only on Thursday (my day off).
Teaching is not easy. In June the committee will evaluate what maturity they are able to convey to students. If I had not raised the anchor, everything would be easier. But I am so happy. I feel more alive. Overcome the fear of things new and unexplored, is replaced by a priceless sense of discovery. Freshness. Novelty. It 'beautiful. Beautiful in a way unconscious. A nice dick.
The name itself is indicative of the wind of the spirit of those who follow him.
I wish you that you're reading and all, to meet sometime the wind dick. When you meet, raise the sail. Do not stay at the port, the port is a pain in the ass. If ever shipwrecked, shipwrecked with a beautiful smile on his face ... and return to shore to swim together. Laughing.