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  • (Aka The day I really changed my life)

    You know there are many things someone says during a life without really doing something concrete after that, like “I love you”, “We should invent something like Facebook” or “Bartenders life is great, I wanna be a bartender!”. One of them is without any doubt “I am going to change my life”, from now on I will move to New York and become somebody, follow my inspiration; rule the world from my brownstone studio.
    And I guess I actually followed my desire, taking everything and leaving for the big city alone, knowing just a couple of people in the US and bringing with me a bunch of clothes and my moka machine.
    I decided to come here to improve my language, do a stage in the United Nations (fancy, uh?) and invent my Facebook, so that I could wait for people to bring me their money while sleeping on the couch. That actually I don’t have.
    I left my city as an average guy, I am pretty popular in my town and I did tons of stuff, most of the people there know me, but I still felt like I was missing the environment I needed to fly. Italy is a wonderful country, but young people have few chances to grow. Don’t believe newspapers either where they say that you can’t find a job, if you know to do something you will become somebody. If your degree is in Science of the Happy Hours, you will not go far after university my friend. I had a few proposals, some of them damn good, things I’ll regret maybe.
    BTW (here acronyms are everywhere, I love it) I flew to JFK in January 18th and I waited two hours in queue for the passport stamp. And there I got my first surprise: no more US for me after 17th of July. 6 months visa, not a day more. I have my round trip for the 27th of May and I will come back, but my love story is not over, you’ll see later why I may come back.
    After being carried by a funny cab driver I got to Times Square. Stunning. I have been there twice before but never tasted that air. Rainy day, full of bags and starving I finally got here. 35 bucks for an energy adapter, damn you electronic seller. This will be the first of a long series of scams I feel.
    The song is over I guess, I’ll let you go now. Tomorrow, I will remember my first burger. Tasted like heaven, cooked in hell sweat.
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