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nov 24

novembre 24, 2014

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Bentornata in Pakistan: della CIA, di criceti e succo d’arancia – Welcome back in Pakistan: about CIA, hamsters and orange juice

- Venerdì 17? Ma non c’ė altro volo? – Mi dispiace signora gli altri voli sono completi. E vabbė…. Speriamo bene! Contro ogni previsione, Il volo di venerdì 17 ė andato splendidamente. Quello che mi accingo a raccontarvi ė accaduto il giorno seguente! Ė mattina e Wgirl ė appena atterrata ad Islamabad,e nonostante il volo sia trascorso tranquillo, lei non ha chiuso occhio e non vede l’ora di catapultarsi nel suo letto. Nel tragitto dall’aeroporto all’ingresso della città l’autista si…

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nov 10

novembre 10, 2014

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Holidays? – Vacanze?

Holidays? Wgirl is been in her home in Italy for a month and a half. She had planned to be regenerated, going to the beach and to yoga to relax. She did not yet understand how it happened but since she is arrived she was overwhelmed by a loving horde of relatives and friends (she could not even meet all of them), by the preparations for the baptism of her granddaughter, shopping, the sad loss of an uncle and the…

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nov 7

novembre 7, 2014

wgirl

How is Pakistan? – Com’è il Pakistan ?

How is Pakistan? – … and how do you feel there? – Good , I … -… and  you must always put the burka, every time you go out? – Burka ????? But …no… Look  ….. – how is the food there? – How is the place ? – How woman are treated? Poor them! – Can you go out alone? – It’s like a war zone, right? (….. …..) These are some of the questions that Wgirl collected in…

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nov 1

novembre 1, 2014

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Home sweet home – Casa dolce casa

Home sweet home In her mind Wgirl thought that just arrived in Italy she would have had the “reverse” effect, that means: being used to the Pakistan reality, the Italian would have seemed “weird” at first glance. This however did not happen. It was like putting on an old pair of jeans. As if, opening the door of memory, everything was still there, in the same way and was immediately recognized as “normal”: “I wonder what I expected …” chuckled…

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