Swiss Chard nightmare 
's Nightmare "swiss chard" is about to begin. Each time the script is the same, but you own play, improvise, change the actors of the play. This time they are ten and French, is the most difficult journey that often turns into Italy against France, against the hills wine champagne, spaghetti and mandolin against culinary grandeur of the Alps. The columns are always the same. The air coming from the sea just for seasoned hams. The ravioli are made at the time, not spinach, but with the greens (swiss chard) is more elegant because the Duchy of other cities of Emilia crude, has a finer nose. The arias by Verdi sung from memory by housewives glued to TV when there's work to the Parma Regio. The fictionalized story of Marie Louise in a lascivious figure (a little 'hard to always hit) but beloved because he opened his gardens to the city. Fortunately, the interesting people and you never fail to leave a fragment of humanity. Often you will want to meet in another place, context, planet. Out of ten, usually one, who also says he hates the press trips and normally does not make them. It 's the press trip, the nightmare of every press office. A marathon lasting 2 / 3 days and that leaves you exhausted and that takes away a bit 'of your cultural identity, top-floor, the back door. In this period of time (which expands when aspects such as the aircraft is late) you eat, live, think, speak, watch, be with these people and never give up even for a second. Claims, recite, greetings, thank, exalt, warrants, smile, buy batteries for cameras, you will just posing for photographs, translate, you strive to be more Italian than you .... Next show: ore 13.30 Piazza Garibaldi. Voyage is staged in Parma, the land of ham.
's Nightmare "swiss chard" is about to begin. Each time the script is the same, but you own play, improvise, change the actors of the play. This time they are ten and French, is the most difficult journey that often turns into Italy against France, against the hills wine champagne, spaghetti and mandolin against culinary grandeur of the Alps. The columns are always the same. The air coming from the sea just for seasoned hams. The ravioli are made at the time, not spinach, but with the greens (swiss chard) is more elegant because the Duchy of other cities of Emilia crude, has a finer nose. The arias by Verdi sung from memory by housewives glued to TV when there's work to the Parma Regio. The fictionalized story of Marie Louise in a lascivious figure (a little 'hard to always hit) but beloved because he opened his gardens to the city. Fortunately, the interesting people and you never fail to leave a fragment of humanity. Often you will want to meet in another place, context, planet. Out of ten, usually one, who also says he hates the press trips and normally does not make them. It 's the press trip, the nightmare of every press office. A marathon lasting 2 / 3 days and that leaves you exhausted and that takes away a bit 'of your cultural identity, top-floor, the back door. In this period of time (which expands when aspects such as the aircraft is late) you eat, live, think, speak, watch, be with these people and never give up even for a second. Claims, recite, greetings, thank, exalt, warrants, smile, buy batteries for cameras, you will just posing for photographs, translate, you strive to be more Italian than you .... Next show: ore 13.30 Piazza Garibaldi. Voyage is staged in Parma, the land of ham. 
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