Italian Flixbus troubles

Flixbus and Italian law seem not to go on well. After having troubles in Febraury, successfully faced, the new law “la Manovrina” fights again against the German start-up. Are we Italians so unmodernized not to understand the potentiality of this new system?

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Let’s go eating at Daisy’s house!

How much do you like have dinner at friends’ place? For my part it is the best option ever. You do not have to dress up, you can slump on the chair, the waitress is not interrupting you and the most important aspect, you do not have to cook. Yes, of course, your friend does, but if he or she organized it, they probably like preparing stuff and baking cakes.

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New country, new supermarket

Too many events are going on in my life and I am still looking for a balance in this new city. I thought that Vienna experience had taught me enough, but probably is normal being a little lost living in a country where you can even say a sentence in its language. My big problem is about supermarkets, that usually are my favourite place. It is there you can discover where you have gone, face the new culture and deal with it.

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Arrivederci DAS PACKHAUS

Now that is time for a new city, I am ready to speak about a place that has been more than home in these three month and about people that have been for me as a family. When I sent my application, I did not have any idea about what it was. They had a cool web site, they seemed to have a nice project and it was in a German speaking country: that had been enough for me. I arrived on the 8th of January without expectations, shaken by my unruly Christmas holiday and pretty confused about what I would have done. Nevertheless, from the first day, I felt part of it. So many people were hanging around (now that I know almost all of them, I left), the environment was so cosy and challenging at the same time and my colleague and my bosses so lovely.

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I am a femminist

Cambridge dictionary defines feminism as “the belief that women should be allowed the same rights, power, and opportunities as men and be treated in the same way, or the set of activities intended to achieve this state”. The first time that that word was used with that meaning was in the 1883, by Hubertine Auclert. Women must have the right to vote, that was the issue. Later, in the sixties, women fought for other rights, fed up with being considered necessary just to grow up children and cleaning up houses.

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Ethical fashion – MILCH

On Saturday I got the great opportunity to attend Milch workshop. My grandma would be so proud of me, since I learn how to sew. It will take ages to be able to do what she can, but it is never too late to improve. My outcome is not exactly how it should look like, indeed. But who cares: I sewed a skirt and it is already my favourite one.

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Pretending to be a wine connoisseur

When I am abroad, I always get crazy looking for wine bottles closed with cork. Everywhere seems to be more common screw cup closure. I am not the one that spend more than 6€ for a bottle of wine, firstly because I am not such an expert, secondly because it will be a waste of money since it just a way to fall asleep or to get a little drunk. Therefore, especially for italian wine, it is quite hard find something cheap to drink.

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May I have a Makava?

Last weekend I was with a friend of mine around 5pm in a nice cafè and while I ordered a coffee, he took a Makava. If I had been in Italy, I would be confused. Firstly, I am not sure that Makava is sold there and then, who is drinking soft drinks in Italy? Italians (or maybe just the Italians I know and that could be a warning message) while in a bar are used to drink coffee or alcohol. Maybe a coke, but just in case they have a very strong hangover. In Austria soft drinks seem to be very popular indeed. I am not feeling as saying the same about Italy.

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