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Film" /><category term="divertimento" /><category term="film" /><category term="riflessioni" /><category term="painting" /><category term="sublime" /><category term="t-shirts" /><title>vado a budapest</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>300</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/VadoABudapest" /><feedburner:info uri="vadoabudapest" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8GQHYzfCp7ImA9WxFaE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-9117138408062067660</id><published>2010-07-17T11:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:10:21.884+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-17T11:10:21.884+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet" /><title>Nuovo Blog</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/TEFxbKZjErI/AAAAAAAACv0/ccw6f7-hF0I/s1600/header6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/TEFxbKZjErI/AAAAAAAACv0/ccw6f7-hF0I/s400/header6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494797731830633138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cari nuovi navigotori e vecchi lettori. Un piccolo ma spero gradito aggiornamento. Dopo un anno di assenza dalla rete ho creato un nuovo blog intitolato "&lt;a href="http://ogniputtanogiorno.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ogni puttano giorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;".  Cliccate &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://ogniputtanogiorno.blogspot.com/"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt; se volete farmi una visita*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Il costo del click è di 15 euro. Scherzo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-9117138408062067660?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/9117138408062067660/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=9117138408062067660" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/9117138408062067660?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/9117138408062067660?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/HOhnAVbud-E/nuovo-blog.html" title="Nuovo Blog" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/TEFxbKZjErI/AAAAAAAACv0/ccw6f7-hF0I/s72-c/header6.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2010/07/nuovo-blog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIFQH0yfCp7ImA9WxJUF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-6896834185512711168</id><published>2009-07-15T12:01:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T04:15:11.394+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-16T04:15:11.394+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="riflessioni" /><title>Bye Bye Budapest</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sl282bAa4eI/AAAAAAAACus/OF7Pzj9e-Nw/s1600-h/Immagine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sl282bAa4eI/AAAAAAAACus/OF7Pzj9e-Nw/s400/Immagine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358646774789235170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ho da poco impacchettato il mio presente. Tre zaini, 2 scatole, il borsone di Lucky, un tubo e 6 sacchi di immondizia.&lt;br /&gt;Ho realizzato che l'80% del mio patrimonio mobile non serve ad un cazzo.  Esclusa la griglia, che da sempre viaggia con me, i miei beni materiali sono completamente inutili. Ho preso i sacconi verdi dell'immondizia e vi ho catapultato tutto l'indicibile.&lt;br /&gt;Mi soffermo adesso sui pochi bagagli sopravvisuti all'esperienza budapestina. Osservo i superstiti e mi rendo conto di quanto sia stato importante questo periodo della mia vita.&lt;br /&gt;In 2 scatoloni, un tubo ed uno zainetto riconosco oggetti e ricordi unici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Una fotografia del lungo Danubio&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I quadri, le magliette e le borse rimaste invendute&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;75 sagome di operai in cartone&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5 litri di vino&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;un diploma&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4 cornici&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Questi oggetti hanno per me un valore particolare e anche se non riempiranno la macchina, saranno linfa per il mio futuro. In ogni momento di indecisione li guardero' pensando a tutti voi, che mi avete accolto semplicemente per quello che sono: me stesso, cosa che ho cercato di non cambiare nella mia vita.&lt;br /&gt;Il blog chiude qui. In 300 post ho trovato il coraggio di scrivermi. Mi sono raccontato nei momenti tristi, di cazzeggio o di multa. Le pagine resterenno nei motori di ricerca, in attesa della visita di un navigatore solitario, oppure a disposizione di chi vuol conoscere le storie di un terrunciello, le disavventure di Superbimbo e la vita di tutti voi.&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye Budapest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-6896834185512711168?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/6896834185512711168/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=6896834185512711168" title="11 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/6896834185512711168?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/6896834185512711168?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/FYqdzW-gANA/bye-bye-budapest.html" title="Bye Bye Budapest" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sl282bAa4eI/AAAAAAAACus/OF7Pzj9e-Nw/s72-c/Immagine.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/07/bye-bye-budapest.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ICSX0-eSp7ImA9WxJUEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-5159808437260885624</id><published>2009-07-09T18:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:12:48.351+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-09T19:12:48.351+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet" /><title>Navigatori solitari. Ultimo appuntamento</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SlYkZ7gLNDI/AAAAAAAACuI/q9B85Z0j-pU/s1600-h/sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SlYkZ7gLNDI/AAAAAAAACuI/q9B85Z0j-pU/s400/sexy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356508834691757106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cari &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;navigatori solitari&lt;/span&gt; è giunto il momento di trovare un approdo.&lt;br /&gt;Voi che in cerca di risposte siete incappati nella trappola della rete. Voi che avete riposto in vadoabudapest speranze ed illusioni. Non avete smesso di cercare, nonostante il caldo estivo, tra yahoo, google e virgilio.&lt;br /&gt;Ed ecco la hit del mese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="warp"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; blog uomo doccia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  dopo la scomparsa dal mio appartamento, le notizie sull'uomo doccia sono diventate scarsissime. Forse anche lui, adesso, ha un blog?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;www.vengoabudapest.it &lt;/span&gt;: Qualcuno cercava una versione erotica di vadoabudapest, oppure un killer seriale mi minaccia attraverso un blog.&lt;br /&gt;- L'immancabile&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; gioci per paruciera&lt;/span&gt;, con ben 5 accessi mensili a Giugno, accompagnato dalla versione piu' cult &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;goci per parucera&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Il ragazzo della via paol&lt;/span&gt;: ho provato a cercare info su internet per vedere se esistesse qualcuno, ma nessuno.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Vacca con la maglietta Lucky:&lt;/span&gt; comprendo la popolarità di Lucky e  sarebbe bello poter vedere questa immagine, ma non penso che non accadrà mai.....&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="warp"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;rocco siffredi sudi a Budapest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  : Non riesco a capire il tempo verbale (condizionale?) e quale parte del corpo dell'attore dovrebbe essere sudata.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pessimismo all'ungherese:&lt;/span&gt; Questo è fantastico..... non sapevo che con lo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; humor inglese, il braccino corto genovese&lt;/span&gt;, esistesse anche il pessimismo ungherese.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="warp"&gt;mi vado a scopare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;: una versione meno demoralizzante di dichiarare la volontà di compiere un atto sessuale da soli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Infine, navigatori solitari, vi saluto con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="warp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;cos'è u'pilo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Il vero quesito che ha portato migliaia di navigatori a questo blog in un anno e mezzo di esistenza.   Proprio tu, caro visitatore, hai vinto il premio perchè ti sei chiesto  che "cosa è lu pilo"?  Una domanda che a primo impatto puo' sembrare buffa e scontata, ma che cela il mistero dell'essere umano perso nel suo limbo. Cos'è  u pilo,  questa forza anormale, che porta migliaia di uomini a girare per il mondo, a chattare all'infinito, a produrre arti e a cercare fama e successo? Quale potere ha stu cazzo di pilo?&lt;br /&gt;Ce lo chiediamo tutti da sempre....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-5159808437260885624?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/5159808437260885624/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=5159808437260885624" title="6 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/5159808437260885624?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/5159808437260885624?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/OSXs57jl5Do/navigatori-solitari-ultimo-appuntamento.html" title="Navigatori solitari. Ultimo appuntamento" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SlYkZ7gLNDI/AAAAAAAACuI/q9B85Z0j-pU/s72-c/sexy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/07/navigatori-solitari-ultimo-appuntamento.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUCRH84fSp7ImA9WxJVGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-5958529182348398592</id><published>2009-07-05T14:52:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:34:25.135+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-06T00:34:25.135+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Budapest info" /><title>Il mercatino delle pulci di Ecseri</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SlCiDdgtEjI/AAAAAAAACt4/5P2rQQ77-n4/s1600-h/esceri2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SlCiDdgtEjI/AAAAAAAACt4/5P2rQQ77-n4/s400/esceri2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354958137288626738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Il mercatino delle pulci di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ecseri&lt;/span&gt;. Una delle attrattive piu' grandi di Budapest. Uno dei mercatini piu' grandi dell'est Europa. Arrivarci non è semplice, sia che si viaggi in auto o che in bus, con il numero 54. Prima di salutare Budapest volevo visitarlo e non ne sono rimasto deluso. Migliaia di oggetti, sopratutto antiquariato, che vanno da mobili a cornici, da sedie a lampadari, da giacche a elmetti del periodo della guerra. E poi ancora macchine fotografiche, orsetti, giocattoli e banconote. E i prezzi? I prezzi purtroppo a volte sono turistici per i turisti, anche se di molto inferiori rispetto alla media italiana. Se poi si è accompagnati da ungheresi riuscirete anche a tirare qualcisuna.&lt;br /&gt;Voi vi chiederete cosa ho comprato?&lt;br /&gt;Bene, ho speso 18.000 huf, una settantina di euro. Ma ho comprato tutto cio' che mi serve per un futuro migliore, orsi di peluche del 1930, cornici d'oro giganti e giocattoli del dopoguerra. Bellissimo.....da visitare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indirizzo: &lt;/span&gt;Nagykorosi utca 156 - XIX distretto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingresso:&lt;/span&gt; libero e parcheggio a pagamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voto: &lt;/span&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Lucida Grande,Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="style116"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-5958529182348398592?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/5958529182348398592/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=5958529182348398592" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/5958529182348398592?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/5958529182348398592?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/rUlacBBqaIo/il-mercatino-delle-pulci-di-ecseri.html" title="Il mercatino delle pulci di Ecseri" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SlCiDdgtEjI/AAAAAAAACt4/5P2rQQ77-n4/s72-c/esceri2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/07/il-mercatino-delle-pulci-di-ecseri.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEGQ3c5fSp7ImA9WxJVFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-1134934181473305200</id><published>2009-07-03T11:01:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:10:22.925+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-03T15:10:22.925+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="riflessioni" /><title>Il terrore del piacere</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sk3YZEpWIII/AAAAAAAACto/Cxk5l5Se_Kg/s1600-h/mercato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354173457268875394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sk3YZEpWIII/AAAAAAAACto/Cxk5l5Se_Kg/s400/mercato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Immagine ripresa da &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/a-kisdobos/205970036/"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Prima di salutare la capitale magiara devo andare ad &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ecseri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;per acquistare quanti piú oggetti é possibile. Avendo pochi soldi e nessuna speranza, ho deciso di riporre tutto il mio futuro in tanti piccoli progetti a lunga scadenza. Se tutto andrá bene saró impegnato per i prossimi 5-6 mesi, facendo qualcosa che mi piace fare, senza guadagnare un euro (o fiorino, o diram) ma fregandomene altamente di tutti. La mia paura di tornare in Italia é, infatti, correlata al terrore del piacere. Sono spaventato dall'idea di tornare a fare piaceri. In particolare saranno ufficialmente ignorate le richieste di: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Aggiustaggio computer.&lt;/strong&gt; Non metteró mai piú mani nel computer di nessuno, per il semplice motivo che ne diventi automaticamente responsabile eterno. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Passaggi&lt;/strong&gt;. Non sono disposto ad accompagnare o cercare qualcuno in giro per il mondo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Masterizzazione&lt;/strong&gt; e creazione di compilation audio-video. Non ho bisogno di aggiungere altro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Per queste richieste sono impegnato. Adesso vado. Domani vi aggiorno sul mercatino, sperando che la pioggia coceda una tregua.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-1134934181473305200?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/1134934181473305200/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=1134934181473305200" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/1134934181473305200?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/1134934181473305200?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/9kmzgjgatKI/il-terrore-del-piacere.html" title="Il terrore del piacere" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sk3YZEpWIII/AAAAAAAACto/Cxk5l5Se_Kg/s72-c/mercato.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/07/il-terrore-del-piacere.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8HR30_fCp7ImA9WxJVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-8940670645630404447</id><published>2009-06-29T16:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:00:36.344+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T19:00:36.344+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vita quotidiana" /><title>Altro che Morandi</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SkjNwET8aQI/AAAAAAAACtY/g6Ut7FReEls/s1600-h/imago+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352754382804642050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SkjNwET8aQI/AAAAAAAACtY/g6Ut7FReEls/s400/imago+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La foto in alto sintetizza l'esperienza piu' diretta che ho avuto Sabato scorso con&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Morandi&lt;/span&gt;. Ho sempre visto la sua figura legata ai moti rivoluzionari del 68', accompagnato magari da Albano, in strimpellate selvagge davanti ad un falo' lungo le coste Adriatiche. A dire il vero, non mi ha smentito. Biglietto abbastanza caro,  un ora di concerto e via. Degno dei grandi della musica. Per fortuna che non abbiamo trovato i biglietti. Anche se doveva essere cmq una esperienza vivibile. Niente strette di mano, niente foto ma un buona uscita con cari amici, birra e immagini dei rivoluzionari cantautori del 68'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-8940670645630404447?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/8940670645630404447/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=8940670645630404447" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/8940670645630404447?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/8940670645630404447?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/ytzWZtv3l4c/altro-che-morandi.html" title="Altro che Morandi" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SkjNwET8aQI/AAAAAAAACtY/g6Ut7FReEls/s72-c/imago+001.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/06/altro-che-morandi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MDSX4_fip7ImA9WxJWGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-208372339540768453</id><published>2009-06-25T16:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:51:18.046+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-25T16:51:18.046+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vita quotidiana" /><title>Le mani di Gianni Morandi</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SkOOxvXtOLI/AAAAAAAACtQ/cO4HXJP0DfY/s1600-h/manomorandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SkOOxvXtOLI/AAAAAAAACtQ/cO4HXJP0DfY/s400/manomorandi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351277767426914482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' ufficiale. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gianni Morandi&lt;/span&gt; sará in concerto Sabato pomeriggio a Budapest, sull'isola Margherita.&lt;br /&gt;Altra notizia ufficiale, riportata sui quotidiani di oggi, é la mia presenza tra le prime file del pubblico.&lt;br /&gt;Non perché sia un fans del cantante modenese ma semplicemente perché avró il piacere di incrociare un mito. Un mito non rappresentato da un cantante, ma dalle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;mani di un cantante&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Le mani piú grandi d'Italia. Chissá se riusciró a stringergli la mano, farmi fare un autografo da quelle dita lunghissime. Chissá. Vi terró aggiornato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-208372339540768453?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/208372339540768453/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=208372339540768453" title="14 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/208372339540768453?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/208372339540768453?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/KMaTe_FEXmY/le-mani-di-gianni-morandi.html" title="Le mani di Gianni Morandi" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SkOOxvXtOLI/AAAAAAAACtQ/cO4HXJP0DfY/s72-c/manomorandi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/06/le-mani-di-gianni-morandi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcNR387eyp7ImA9WxJWF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-1520958270956028716</id><published>2009-06-23T23:30:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:38:16.103+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-23T23:38:16.103+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="riflessioni" /><title>Everybody has a price</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SkFKEoK2AuI/AAAAAAAACtA/MhNlDEY2LuQ/s1600-h/mantis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SkFKEoK2AuI/AAAAAAAACtA/MhNlDEY2LuQ/s400/mantis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350639275655693026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Serigrafia realizzata da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mantis&lt;/span&gt; in collaborazione con &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.studiocromie.org"&gt;studiocromie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="HU"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un paio di anni fa la pensavo differentemente. Credevo che non tutto, o almeno non tutti, si potesse comprare. Non pensavo che qualcuno o qualcosa avesse il potere di decidere per noi, lasciandoci l’apparenza di una libertá macchiata da felicitá. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HU"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si barattano fiorini, euro o dollari con dignitá, sogni e motivazioni&lt;/span&gt;. E dire che le mie speranze erano cresciute con l’11 Settembre, per perdersi in Iraq, riemergere con Obama e soffocare in una crisi mondiale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="HU"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi é la causa di tutto questo? Certamente non io, almeno pensavo. Eppure una forza oscura, agendo dal profondo, mi stava convincendo che dovessi fare qualcosa per evitare che il mondo affondasse. Perchè proprio io? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; Io, schiavo in una nave che naufraga, mi sono sentito&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; prescelto&lt;/span&gt; per risollevare le sorti dell’economia mondiale.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="HU"&gt; Il prescelto che deve lavorare di piu’, diminuire le pause, rinunciare a premi. Il prescelto che deve andare a votare per il bene del paese. Mi spiace, non me la sento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="HU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annatevene a fanculo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;multinazionali&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;governi&lt;/span&gt;. Non mi licenzierete. Mi licenzio. Niente ballottaggio, io non voto. Per ora non sono in vendita. Per ora.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-1520958270956028716?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/1520958270956028716/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=1520958270956028716" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/1520958270956028716?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/1520958270956028716?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/Co49KLFLrXs/serigrafia-realizzata-da-mantis-in.html" title="Everybody has a price" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SkFKEoK2AuI/AAAAAAAACtA/MhNlDEY2LuQ/s72-c/mantis.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/06/serigrafia-realizzata-da-mantis-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ABRHczeCp7ImA9WxJWFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-4971797804984952404</id><published>2009-06-21T14:49:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:35:55.980+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-21T19:35:55.980+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vita quotidiana" /><title>Renato del Grande Fratello.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sj5obV45hQI/AAAAAAAACsw/Kgjl2EAcQAk/s1600-h/mai_dire_grande_fratello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sj5obV45hQI/AAAAAAAACsw/Kgjl2EAcQAk/s400/mai_dire_grande_fratello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349828226304279810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Era solo questione di tempo. Ci saremmo incontrati prima o poi. Forse non immaginavo in queste circostanze. E poi diciamocelo chiaro, giocare a biliardino a me piace.&lt;br /&gt;Proprio ieri notte, primo giorno d'estate, con &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alessandro&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bella Vita&lt;/span&gt;, ci siamo rifugiati nel peggior bar di Budapest per bere un economico &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;jegermeister&lt;/span&gt;. Mentre sorseggiavamo l'amaro, ho riconosciuto una mia &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;grande rivale del biliardino&lt;/span&gt;, che seminava terrore e panico nel postaccio. Passetti e controlli di palla a sfinire gli avversari.&lt;br /&gt;La sfida è pronta, i gettoni sono inseriti. Io e Bella Vita ci lanciamo in un altra grande impresa. La piu' difficile. La partita è calda, gli animi accessi. Due contro due mozzafiato.&lt;br /&gt;Ad un certo punto, il Bella Vita guarda lo sfidante negli occhi e poi esclama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Mannaggia Zio.... sei Renato, quello del Grande Fratello"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragazzi, era davanti a noi. Un uomo, un mito, 1000 parolacce. Rovina e idolo degli italiani.  Un personaggio diventato famoso grazie alla &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gialappa's &lt;/span&gt;che ha mostrato le sue performance in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mai dire Grande Fratello"&lt;/span&gt;.  Non mi sono meravigliato di incontrarlo in quel bar, ma posso garantirvi che è un ottimo giocatore di biliardino, un buon musicista, oltre ad un perenne bestemmiatore.&lt;br /&gt;Dall'incontro scontro (concluso in parità dopo 6 getttoni), è scaturita una riflessione importante su &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Renato&lt;/span&gt; che, in verità, mi è simpatico.&lt;br /&gt;Il motivo non è chiaro,  ma dovrebbe eessere uno dei due:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt; è un pazzo completamente bollito che merita massimo rispetto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;b)&lt;/span&gt; è un genio incontrastato, che ha saputo sputare in faccia ad una trasmissione, ad una televisione e ad un sistema veramente di merda. Un sistema tanto ignorante o tanto tollerante da permettere e non comprendere lo schifo che egli diceva. Non guardo la televisione perchè non la capisco, mi lamento di quella italiana, ma qui in Ungheria temo che si dovrebbero bruciare i telecomandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hDfpKPX-DVA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hDfpKPX-DVA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-4971797804984952404?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/4971797804984952404/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=4971797804984952404" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/4971797804984952404?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/4971797804984952404?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/l11TDP4xKC0/incontri-ravvicinati.html" title="Renato del Grande Fratello." /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sj5obV45hQI/AAAAAAAACsw/Kgjl2EAcQAk/s72-c/mai_dire_grande_fratello.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/06/incontri-ravvicinati.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YEQHk6fyp7ImA9WxJWFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-1848243515141088417</id><published>2009-06-20T18:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:31:41.717+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-20T19:31:41.717+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vita quotidiana" /><title>Tempo di nessuna novità</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sj0cipVF_CI/AAAAAAAACsg/443Ox0PRTow/s1600-h/ottima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sj0cipVF_CI/AAAAAAAACsg/443Ox0PRTow/s400/ottima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349463313921473570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non hai mai voluto prendere decisone per conto degli altri. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perchè avrei dovuto farlo per te?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perchè proprio adesso che cominci ad avere fiducia in te stesso?&lt;/span&gt; Hai ragione. Anzi... hai perfattemente ragione. Ci sarà un motivo per cui il cane non si è mai evoluto in migliaia di anni. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perchè dovevo tosarti e cambiare quello che sei sempre stato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' bastato uno sguardo. Un semplice sguardo per convincermi.  Mai piu', te lo prometto. Chi se ne frega di lu pilo che svolazza per casa e del caldo. Chi bello vuol apparire un pochettino deve soffrire. Adesso ti saluto e insieme salutiamo chi ha 1.400 km compie gli anni. E' passato un anno da quando io e bimbo ti mandavamo una cartolina (clicca &lt;a href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2008/06/20-giugno-2008.html"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;). Dopo una anno siamo ancora qui ed  ancora felicemente insieme. Vi suonerà strano, ma credeteci è fantastico poter dire di &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;essere insieme a 1.400 km di distanza&lt;/span&gt;. Auguri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-1848243515141088417?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/1848243515141088417/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=1848243515141088417" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/1848243515141088417?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/1848243515141088417?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/XtsE62S0aPA/tempo-di-nessuna-novita.html" title="Tempo di nessuna novità" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sj0cipVF_CI/AAAAAAAACsg/443Ox0PRTow/s72-c/ottima.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/06/tempo-di-nessuna-novita.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYBQHYzcCp7ImA9WxJWEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-2066547197555540652</id><published>2009-06-17T20:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:25:51.888+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-17T20:25:51.888+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="painting" /><title>First day of school</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sjk0VccfWaI/AAAAAAAACsI/VqG9DoUVF6E/s1600-h/ohno%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sjk0VccfWaI/AAAAAAAACsI/VqG9DoUVF6E/s400/ohno%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348363575496759714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;First day of school, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;acrilico e collage su legno, (35x55 cm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-2066547197555540652?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/2066547197555540652/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=2066547197555540652" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/2066547197555540652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/2066547197555540652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/v7K1CdsmGww/first-day-of-school.html" title="First day of school" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sjk0VccfWaI/AAAAAAAACsI/VqG9DoUVF6E/s72-c/ohno%21.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day-of-school.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMFR3YzfSp7ImA9WxJWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-2660705470982780759</id><published>2009-06-16T12:37:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:06:56.885+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-16T13:06:56.885+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internet" /><title>Navigatori solitari. Ottavo Appuntamento.</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sjd8PIweghI/AAAAAAAACro/tKomBojGzow/s1600-h/batman_and_robin_magnet_adam_west_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347879682016444946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sjd8PIweghI/AAAAAAAACro/tKomBojGzow/s400/batman_and_robin_magnet_adam_west_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Immagine ripresa da&lt;a href="http://www.superherostuff.com/OtherItems/RefrigeratorMagnets/Images/batman_robin_kapow_magnetic.html"&gt; qui &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sjd7ayDhQLI/AAAAAAAACrg/4QMV4FzQtyQ/s1600-h/family93.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nostri navigatori si sentono ormai dispersi in questo tempestoso mare chiamato internet.&lt;br /&gt;Si pongono domande:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; vado a malta 2009 chi vuole venire? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; insomma c´é questa ragazza da scopare in internet&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; giorgio è un soprannome?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; ma le banche sono tutte stronze?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; cos'è u'pilo?&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cominciano ad essere tormentati dal sesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; scopare una sucera&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; super scopatie con nuore&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; scopare con una di 53 anni e 6 mesi&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; scopare a piu non posso&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; scopate galli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oppure iniziano a cercare info strane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; altezza batman e robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- segafredo a te ti piace a me me piace&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; punto-di-domanda-21&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; la fuma la pipa la beve il barbera&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; fungheria mara&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; hunghery climbing&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; 7camicia&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; pon pon ard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo un individuo é riuscito nell’impresa mensile di trovare salvezza. E’ un uomo che per uno strano algoritmo ha ricercato ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;confessionale in porcellana cinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” venendo teletrasportato su vado a budapest. Che mondo folle, il nostro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-2660705470982780759?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/2660705470982780759/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=2660705470982780759" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/2660705470982780759?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/2660705470982780759?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/85l8kZIp2KA/navigatori-solitari-ottavo-appuntamento.html" title="Navigatori solitari. Ottavo Appuntamento." /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sjd8PIweghI/AAAAAAAACro/tKomBojGzow/s72-c/batman_and_robin_magnet_adam_west_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/06/navigatori-solitari-ottavo-appuntamento.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIESHc5cSp7ImA9WxJWEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-8170696202136035473</id><published>2009-06-14T23:17:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:55:09.929+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-14T23:55:09.929+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacanze" /><title>Viaggio a Tokaj.... piu' o meno</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SjVpbTb305I/AAAAAAAACrQ/CgMV5_dxDBs/s1600-h/tokay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SjVpbTb305I/AAAAAAAACrQ/CgMV5_dxDBs/s400/tokay1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347296050366894994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siamo appena tornati. L'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;operazione Tokaj&lt;/span&gt; si è rivelata piu' rischiosa e travagliata del previsto. Numerose insidie, infatti, si nascondevano nelle tortuose cantine di &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bodrogkeresztur&lt;/span&gt; e lungo le rive del suo scosceso fiumiciattolo.  Il nostro economico ma ben mascherato rifugio agreste ci ha permesso di mimettizarci tra la gente autoctona, guidata da un sessantenne &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guru&lt;/span&gt; australiano. La popolazione, come sempre, ha accolto l'arrivo degli euro-faciloni con un vero e proprio festival paesano. Un giubileo che ha coinvolto anche il &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;sindaco di Monok&lt;/span&gt;, personaggio al quanto ambiguo, ma tutto sommato palinkoso. Perseguitati da gratuiti quanto salati &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;bracioloni avvolti in foglie di cavolo&lt;/span&gt;, ci siamo rifugiati in un tunnel insieme a 645 botti e 70.000 bottiglie di Tokaj.  La parata di vini è stata scandita da lunghe quanto dettagliate spiegazioni in ungherese di una &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;maga magiara&lt;/span&gt;. Delucidazioni che vedevano i 4 eroi annuire senza capire, con una  facilità tipica di Pellegatti.  Il risultato è stato comodo e sincero, anche se spiriti notturni hanno segnato i miei incubi. Prima di rientrare nella capitale l'ultimo ed avvincente ostacolo è stato quello di &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Miskolctopalca&lt;/span&gt;. Bagni termali immersi in una grotta gigantesca. Cunicoli che si intersecavano fino a giungere nella piu' caustrofobica quanto allucinante cripta mai vista in vita mia. Luci blu e voci sataniche che ti accompagnavano in un tragitto circolare bagnato a 36 gradi. Un viaggio ai confini della realtà. Bisognava fuggire, tornare al normale. Riemmergersi in una nuova realtà fatta di strisciate e chiamate. Eccoci qui......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SjVpW2IVvnI/AAAAAAAACrI/jr5FKPsp4t8/s1600-h/definitiva.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SjVpW2IVvnI/AAAAAAAACrI/jr5FKPsp4t8/s400/definitiva.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347295973780864626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-8170696202136035473?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/8170696202136035473/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=8170696202136035473" title="7 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/8170696202136035473?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/8170696202136035473?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/VKucwN3eeHA/viaggio-tokaj-piu-o-meno.html" title="Viaggio a Tokaj.... piu' o meno" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SjVpbTb305I/AAAAAAAACrQ/CgMV5_dxDBs/s72-c/tokay1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/06/viaggio-tokaj-piu-o-meno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQBR30yfSp7ImA9WxJXGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-2648791282053284929</id><published>2009-06-13T11:35:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:45:56.395+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-13T11:45:56.395+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacanze" /><title>In viaggio</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SjN096SvM-I/AAAAAAAACqo/cw58xZvtj_U/s1600-h/kep41BKeresztur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SjN096SvM-I/AAAAAAAACqo/cw58xZvtj_U/s400/kep41BKeresztur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346745789587600354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Immagine ripresa da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shtetlinks.jewishgen.org/Bodrogkeresztur/Welcome.html"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ciao, scusami se ti avviso all'improvviso ma sono in partenza. Si.... trascorreremo il week-end a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bodrog keresztur&lt;/span&gt; (clicca &lt;a href="http://www.bodrogkeresztur.hu/"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;). Non chiedermi dov'è localizzato? Non ne ho idea. So solo che è dalle parti di ToKaj e che l'agriturismo è non solo economico ma anche fighissimo (clicca &lt;a href="http://www.ratkaivendeghaz.atw.hu/"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;L'unica notizia certa è che in questa località vivono 1.276 persone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-2648791282053284929?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/2648791282053284929/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=2648791282053284929" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/2648791282053284929?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/2648791282053284929?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/Eao1e2PY-Nw/in-viaggio.html" title="In viaggio" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SjN096SvM-I/AAAAAAAACqo/cw58xZvtj_U/s72-c/kep41BKeresztur.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-viaggio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DQ3k6fip7ImA9WxJXFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-7325153433300167957</id><published>2009-06-10T17:24:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:02:52.716+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-10T20:02:52.716+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Budapest..." /><title>Magic Italy, tragic world.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Si_YItV4d7I/AAAAAAAACqY/URDz0mB8Lfg/s1600-h/magic+Italy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Si_YItV4d7I/AAAAAAAACqY/URDz0mB8Lfg/s400/magic+Italy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345728926833997746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Il logo di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magic Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trascorrendo molto tempo in casa a causa della porca febbra, vengo tartassato da tonnellate di notizie tra internet e televisione.&lt;br /&gt;Stranamente le  informazioni piu' utili mi vengono riferite da fonti indirette, quali il periodico &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Crazy"&lt;/span&gt; di Giorgio e i numerosi blogger di sfiducia.&lt;br /&gt;Ed ecco a voi le tre notizie del giorno, che mi hanno fatto riflettere parecchio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; E' morto uno &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;padri di google&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rajeev Motwani&lt;/span&gt;, professore di computer indiano-americano ci lascia a 47 anni. Colui che ha dato approdo a migliaia di navigatori solitari, è annegato nella sua piscina, poichè non sapeva nuotare. Mi sento personalmente di ringraziarlo perchè, con semplici e complicatissimi algoritimi ha cambiato il futuro di 2 suoi allievi, facendoli diventare milionari, e di milioni di utenti internet che usano google come punto di partenza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Italiano? Ummmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Da oggi un nuovo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;logo&lt;/span&gt; segnerà l'italianità all'estero. Quello che vedete nell'immagine in alto è infatti il nuovo simbolo della classe e dello stile italico. Quello che sembra un logo di un affettato sarà il riferimento dell'italia all'estero. Presentato dalla Brambilla e seguito nella realizzazione direttamente da Silvio, il logo esprime in tutto il suo splendore il senso del bello e della classe che ha contraddistinto da sempre la terra che ha dato i natali a Dante, Leonardo e Lucky. Un adesivo su una bomboniera, direi io. Na cagata, risponderebbe chiunque abbia un minimo di senso estetico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; E' stata pubblicata la classifica delle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;città piu' vivibili al mondo&lt;/span&gt; (cliaccate &lt;a href="http://www.corriere.it/Primo_Piano/Cronache/2009/06/09/pop_classifica.shtml"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;). Bene ragazzi tenetevi forti: primo posto &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vancouver&lt;/span&gt; (Canada) e seconda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vienna&lt;/span&gt; (Austria). Milano e Roma si piazzano rispettivamente al 51' e 53' posto. E&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Budapest&lt;/span&gt;?  La capitale magiara risulta essere la città piu' vivibile dell'est europa, un buon 55' posto. Niente male. Ma quasi quasi un giretto in Canada.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-7325153433300167957?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/7325153433300167957/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=7325153433300167957" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/7325153433300167957?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/7325153433300167957?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/VBtHXl2IBS8/magic-italy-tragic-world.html" title="Magic Italy, tragic world." /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Si_YItV4d7I/AAAAAAAACqY/URDz0mB8Lfg/s72-c/magic+Italy.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/06/magic-italy-tragic-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08GRng5cCp7ImA9WxJXFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-5731968485935205655</id><published>2009-06-09T10:10:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:37:07.628+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-09T22:37:07.628+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grottaglie" /><title>Operazione sempre-verdi</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Si4ge8sWpwI/AAAAAAAACqI/66ZiZ7T1uZc/s1600-h/monteiasi_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Si4ge8sWpwI/AAAAAAAACqI/66ZiZ7T1uZc/s400/monteiasi_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345245523795683074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto ripresa da&lt;a href="http://centroufologicotaranto.wordpress.com/"&gt; qui &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certe missioni vengono affidate solo a me e a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Magum P.I.&lt;/span&gt; Mentre sono vittima di una porca influenza vengo chiamato in azione.  Il  comunicato, breve e sgrammaticato, è stato rilasciato sotto l'uscio della mia porta, nella serata di ieri, da un individuo non identificato.&lt;br /&gt;Riporto testualmente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; "Giorgio. Potrei aiutarci? Andiamo alla vazza dal10 giun - fino al 17. Potrei bagnare le piante del palazzo? Grazie mile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopo una breve ricognizione nel palazzo ho notato tra le 70 e le 80 piante di varia specie e dimensione.&lt;br /&gt;Un missione importante che non deve, tuttavia, distogliere la mia attenzione dall'imminente incontro con gli alieni.  A Grottaglie, infatti, da un paio di giorni sono &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sbarcati gli ufo&lt;/span&gt; (cliccate &lt;a href="http://www.lagazzettadelmezzogiorno.it/GdM_dallapuglia_NOTIZIA_01.php?IDNotizia=243710&amp;amp;IDCategoria=1"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;). Cerchi nel grano e avvistamenti hanno portato scalpore e timore nella comunità locale. In un momento difficile come questo, mi sento vicino alla A.A.A. (associazione aliena alenia), fiducioso che questi extra-terrestri riusciranno a trovare ospitalità nel piccolo centro pugliese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s.&lt;/span&gt; Desidero ringraziare, sotto sua minaccia, chi mi ha illuminato sulla presenza aliena a Grottaglie: Giorgio il Marzio, che ha passato il link alla marziana Maria che ha lo rigirato a me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-5731968485935205655?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/5731968485935205655/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=5731968485935205655" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/5731968485935205655?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/5731968485935205655?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/BfH2S4MpWDE/operazione-sempre-verdi.html" title="Operazione sempre-verdi" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Si4ge8sWpwI/AAAAAAAACqI/66ZiZ7T1uZc/s72-c/monteiasi_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/06/operazione-sempre-verdi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYBQH8ycSp7ImA9WxJXFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-4244569621204676238</id><published>2009-06-08T12:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:49:11.199+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-08T12:49:11.199+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="painting" /><title>Bollito misto</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SizsmjwCAII/AAAAAAAACp4/8753HLiLSTI/s1600-h/bollito+misto2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SizsmjwCAII/AAAAAAAACp4/8753HLiLSTI/s400/bollito+misto2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344907004957819010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Bollito misto&lt;/span&gt;, acrilico e giornali su legno, (35x55 cm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-4244569621204676238?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/4244569621204676238/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=4244569621204676238" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/4244569621204676238?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/4244569621204676238?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/XczAVVucBLs/bollito-misto.html" title="Bollito misto" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SizsmjwCAII/AAAAAAAACp4/8753HLiLSTI/s72-c/bollito+misto2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/06/bollito-misto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMEQno9eyp7ImA9WxJXEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-2642211733884444747</id><published>2009-06-03T23:06:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:16:43.463+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-04T00:16:43.463+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="riflessioni" /><title>Golden life</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sib1gL53BII/AAAAAAAACpg/VC_Lc-R-8Js/s1600-h/golden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sib1gL53BII/AAAAAAAACpg/VC_Lc-R-8Js/s400/golden.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343227941221762178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seduto su un divano macchiato di vino rosso osservo un televisore spento che proietta il mio futuro. Ho da poco consegnato le dimissioni e sono pronto a ripartire. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bye bye Budapest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei spiegarvi i sentimenti che caratterizzano il mio stato d'animo in questo momento, non ci riesco.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei elencare le vere ragioni che mi spingono a lasciare questo paese, non ne ho.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei promettermi che tornerò, non posso farlo.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a  vedere in prima visione questo televisore  spento che trasmette la mia vita in diretta dal futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Non è un film a bianco e nero e nemmeno a colori. E' monocromatico. E' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ORO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sembrerà strano, ma come in una vera avventura mi trovo a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buces&lt;/span&gt;, piccolo paesino della Romania. Sono un cercatore di oro. Vivo  una vita tranquilla, lontano dalle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;multinazionali&lt;/span&gt;, da&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; internet&lt;/span&gt;, da &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;telefonini&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24 ore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In un terreno che restituisce 15 grammi d'oro ogni tonnellata, io ricerco dei perchè.&lt;br /&gt;Alla disperata ricerca di perchè che non ho ancora trovato in nessun posto. Ho ricercato tanto. La vita mi ha concesso il meritato oro e mi ha insegnato ad accogliere a braccia aperte i restanti quintali di merda.&lt;br /&gt;Vi dico la verità. Non so se avro' il coraggio di partire realmente alla ricerca dei perchè nasconti tra i monti di Buces.  Lo spento televisore ha interrotto le trasmissioni. Il secondo tempo è sospeso. Mi concedo una pausa per riflettere. Buces è &lt;a href="http://www.buces.ro/"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;, a portata di clic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-2642211733884444747?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/2642211733884444747/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=2642211733884444747" title="12 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/2642211733884444747?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/2642211733884444747?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/mfJ7m60RmCQ/golden-life.html" title="Golden life" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sib1gL53BII/AAAAAAAACpg/VC_Lc-R-8Js/s72-c/golden.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/06/golden-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMMRn0zeyp7ImA9WxJQFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-603761846488205902</id><published>2009-05-29T10:50:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:28:07.383+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-29T13:28:07.383+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="riflessioni" /><title>Saramago e censura</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sh_F9ckxtJI/AAAAAAAACpQ/T_4y31Rb9lA/s1600-h/censurado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sh_F9ckxtJI/AAAAAAAACpQ/T_4y31Rb9lA/s400/censurado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341205342517834898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saramago&lt;/span&gt; é il mio scrittore preferito. Purtroppo molti non potranno leggere il suo ultimo libro, intitilato &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Quaderno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;, costituito da testi estratti dal suo blog (cliccate &lt;a href="http://caderno.josesaramago.org/"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;La &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Einaudi&lt;/span&gt;, infatti, casa editrice di proprietá di Berlusconi, si é rifiutata di pubblicarlo perché  contiene  frasi e sentenze che vanno contro il Presidente.&lt;br /&gt;Non parlo mai di politica. Non mi piace.&lt;br /&gt;Ma amo Saramago e continueró a leggere i suoi libri ed il suo blog, anche in portoghese.&lt;br /&gt;Mi spiace per chi non conosce la lingua.&lt;br /&gt;Traduco per loro quello che scrive oggi l'autore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ogni giorno scompaiono specie animali e vegetali, lingue, mestieri. I ricchi diventano più ricchi ed  i poveri sempre più poveri. Ogni giorno c'è una minoranza che apprende di più e una minoranza  che apprende di meno. L'ignoranza si espande in modo terrificante.  C'é un problema serio nella ridistribuzione della ricchezza. L'operazione è di una diabolica raffinatezza.  Le multinazionali dominano il mondo. Non so se sono le ombre o le immagini a nascondere la realtà. Si potrebbe discutere all'infinito su questo punto, ma la verità è che abbiamo perso la capacità critica di analizzare ciò che sta accadendo nel mondo. E' come se fossimo chiusi nella caverna di Platone, dimenticando la nostra responsabilità di pensare, di agire. Ci siamo trasformati in esseri inerti senza capacitá di indignazione, di anticonformismo e di protesta. Siamo quasi alla fine di una civiltà e non mi piace quello che si preannucia. Il neo-liberalismo, a mio parere, è un nuovo totalitarismo mascherato da democrazia, incentrato sull'apparenza. Il centro commerciale è il simbolo di questo nuovo mondo. Ma c'è un altro piccolo mondo che scompare,  quello della  piccola industria e dell'artigianato. E' chiaro che tutto è destinato a morire, ma ci sono persone che, vivendo e cercando di costruire la propria felicità, finiscono per essere eliminati. Perdono la battaglia per la sopravvivenza e non vivono secondo le regole del sistema.  Vanno incontro alla sconfitta con dignità esemplare dicendo semplicemente che non vogliono questo mondo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-603761846488205902?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/603761846488205902/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=603761846488205902" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/603761846488205902?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/603761846488205902?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/L8t1-Wr_TTo/saramago-e-censura.html" title="Saramago e censura" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sh_F9ckxtJI/AAAAAAAACpQ/T_4y31Rb9lA/s72-c/censurado.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/05/saramago-e-censura.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AGRn07fSp7ImA9WxJQFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-8343086513665596319</id><published>2009-05-27T14:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:42:07.305+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-27T15:42:07.305+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacanze" /><title>Gita al Balaton</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sh0xLih78pI/AAAAAAAACo4/Z5Wg_xqd8Xw/s1600-h/.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340478807448744594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sh0xLih78pI/AAAAAAAACo4/Z5Wg_xqd8Xw/s400/.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La macchina fotografica é tornata al mondo. Noi siamo tornati a Budapest ed io son tornato ad aggionrare il blog. La vacanza sul &lt;strong&gt;Balaton&lt;/strong&gt; é stata un vero e proprio trionfo del relax, sia per noi che per superbimbo che ha recuperato una forma insperata. Una casa con vista sul lago e balli tradizionali in compagnia di anziani hanno caratterizzato lo scorso week-end. Devo francamente ammettere che inizio ad amare la campagna e la natura ungherese, dove é facile adattarsi con barbecue, cene, birra, ragni e ciliegione. Un grazie particolare a Mary, alla villetta, ad Artur e all'uomo palla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-8343086513665596319?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/8343086513665596319/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=8343086513665596319" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/8343086513665596319?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/8343086513665596319?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/jhcnaU1PLlk/gita-al-balaton.html" title="Gita al Balaton" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sh0xLih78pI/AAAAAAAACo4/Z5Wg_xqd8Xw/s72-c/.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/05/gita-al-balaton.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkANQXgzeip7ImA9WxJQEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-3753868301903674807</id><published>2009-05-24T23:50:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:06:30.682+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-25T10:06:30.682+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vita quotidiana" /><title>Casi strani della vita</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/ShpNziF-8EI/AAAAAAAACoY/J6EE_HJo6Js/s1600-h/PESCA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/ShpNziF-8EI/AAAAAAAACoY/J6EE_HJo6Js/s400/PESCA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339665855921713218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto ripresa da &lt;a href="http://accade.ilcannocchiale.it/2008/02/11/i_pescatori_e_la_morte_del_gur.html"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornati dal lago Balaton. Non potendovi  aggiornare sull'evento a causa della prematura scomparsa della macchina fotografica, vi racconto quello che è succeso dopo, poco fa, adesso.&lt;br /&gt;Apro il cancelletto e trovo il piccolo cortile invaso da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pesci&lt;/span&gt; di dimensioni epiche. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tutti rigorosamente morti e disposti in una accurata fila che conduceva fino alla mia porta&lt;/span&gt;. I miei due vicini, come me in costume da bagno, dopo essersi scusati, mi invitano a cenare con loro. Non ci capiamo, rifiuto l'invito  e mi portano del pesce. Suona il citofono. E' un grandissimo amico in partenza per l'Italia. Saluto di nuovo i vicini che invitano me e Lucky ad andare a pescare. Accetto l'invito. Torno dentro, saluto Andrea, registriamo l'intervista e lo riaccompagno alla porta. Risaluto i vicini che, nel frattempo, avevano sventrato e dismesso i pesci. Torno all'interno della casa. Doccia, tv e letto.&lt;br /&gt;Ore &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.12 a.m.&lt;/span&gt; suona il campanello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Che cazzo sta succedendo? &lt;/span&gt;Apro la porta.&lt;br /&gt;Nell'ombra riconosco i due vicini con canne da pesca e secchi. Oddio, non ci siamo capiti. Questi vogliono andare a pescare adesso. Declino l'invito e torno a dormire.&lt;br /&gt;Ore&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7.10 a.m&lt;/span&gt;. Mi sveglio apro la porta e ci sono di nuovo i vicini.&lt;br /&gt;"Hallo" gli dico.&lt;br /&gt;"Hallo" mi rispondono. Sono seduti normali. Ma che cazzo ci fanno ancora qua se erano pronti alle 5.12 per andare a pescare. Dei pesci non se ne ha piú traccia. Solo mosche, tante mosche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-3753868301903674807?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/3753868301903674807/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=3753868301903674807" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/3753868301903674807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/3753868301903674807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/KcwIMkdezgw/casi-strani-della-vita.html" title="Casi strani della vita" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/ShpNziF-8EI/AAAAAAAACoY/J6EE_HJo6Js/s72-c/PESCA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/05/casi-strani-della-vita.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08ESXo9eip7ImA9WxJRF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-7891632367915239434</id><published>2009-05-19T18:00:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:16:48.462+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-19T18:16:48.462+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="t-shirts" /><title>Terza parte. Metamorfonem</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/ShLXlZTccKI/AAAAAAAACoQ/bnM8yLyQkzQ/s1600-h/metamorfonem2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/ShLXlZTccKI/AAAAAAAACoQ/bnM8yLyQkzQ/s400/metamorfonem2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337565545835032738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metamorfonem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T-shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Uomo: due colori (celeste e beige). 35 esemplari.&lt;br /&gt;Donna: canotta 1 colore (azzurro). 15 esemplari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Borsa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; 20 esemplari. Verde acido e blu su borsa color tela.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cappello rosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Non in vendita.&lt;br /&gt;Email per qualsiasi info. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outrarte@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-7891632367915239434?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/7891632367915239434/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=7891632367915239434" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/7891632367915239434?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/7891632367915239434?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/74X8NYnKgsw/terza-parte-metamorfonem.html" title="Terza parte. Metamorfonem" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/ShLXlZTccKI/AAAAAAAACoQ/bnM8yLyQkzQ/s72-c/metamorfonem2.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/05/terza-parte-metamorfonem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GRXs4fip7ImA9WxJRF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-8933191316556754172</id><published>2009-05-19T10:46:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:18:44.536+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-19T18:18:44.536+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="t-shirts" /><title>Seconda Parte. Ritiurtu Eterb</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/ShJyA9-4viI/AAAAAAAACoI/u0b1clwwO5U/s1600-h/ritiurtu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/ShJyA9-4viI/AAAAAAAACoI/u0b1clwwO5U/s400/ritiurtu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337453869351353890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rtu Eterb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T shirts&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Uomo due colori (beige e celeste). 23 esemplari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Borsa:&lt;/span&gt; Rosa e viola su tela color crema. 80 esemplari.&lt;br /&gt;Per qualsiasi info anche  su altre foto dei modelli scrivetemi, vi lascio il loro indirizzo email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outrarte@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-8933191316556754172?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/8933191316556754172/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=8933191316556754172" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/8933191316556754172?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/8933191316556754172?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/_qHVfqOmM-M/seconda-parte-ritiurtu-eterb.html" title="Seconda Parte. Ritiurtu Eterb" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/ShJyA9-4viI/AAAAAAAACoI/u0b1clwwO5U/s72-c/ritiurtu.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/05/seconda-parte-ritiurtu-eterb.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04MRHk9eyp7ImA9WxJRF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-6358111334058847953</id><published>2009-05-19T10:13:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:19:45.763+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-19T18:19:45.763+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="t-shirts" /><title>Prima Parte. Climbing to the star</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/ShJqUhw2wMI/AAAAAAAACn4/DAgvCbhOECs/s1600-h/cane3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/ShJqUhw2wMI/AAAAAAAACn4/DAgvCbhOECs/s400/cane3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337445409280671938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Climbing to the star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;T-shirts&lt;/span&gt;. Due colori per gli uomini: celeste e beige. 25 esemplari.&lt;br /&gt;Uno per le donne: verdino. 15 esemplari.&lt;br /&gt;Email per numero di telefono dei modelli in alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outrarte@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-6358111334058847953?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/6358111334058847953/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=6358111334058847953" title="7 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/6358111334058847953?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/6358111334058847953?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/7N4dy61XwNM/prima-parte-climbing-to-star.html" title="Prima Parte. Climbing to the star" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/ShJqUhw2wMI/AAAAAAAACn4/DAgvCbhOECs/s72-c/cane3.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/05/prima-parte-climbing-to-star.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UBQnc_cCp7ImA9WxJRF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9131349928703283774.post-6902569582905106968</id><published>2009-05-16T17:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:20:53.948+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-19T10:20:53.948+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="t-shirts" /><title>Coming soon</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sg7iE_D5axI/AAAAAAAACno/Qdxu0SnrQDA/s1600-h/coming.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sg7iE_D5axI/AAAAAAAACno/Qdxu0SnrQDA/s400/coming.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336451183755750162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutto è pronto. La collezione estate sta per arrivare. T-shirts e borse pronte per l'uso. Ti tengo aggiornato. Non preoccuparti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9131349928703283774-6902569582905106968?l=vadoabudapest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/feeds/6902569582905106968/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9131349928703283774&amp;postID=6902569582905106968" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/6902569582905106968?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9131349928703283774/posts/default/6902569582905106968?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/VadoABudapest/~3/Im_aH6PI7iI/coming-soon.html" title="Coming soon" /><author><name>tubulidae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220470955354019841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/SElK-AxJFZI/AAAAAAAAAoA/1NaxHdIeo7o/S220/IMG_0364.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdBb33Ps9Qo/Sg7iE_D5axI/AAAAAAAACno/Qdxu0SnrQDA/s72-c/coming.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vadoabudapest.blogspot.com/2009/05/coming-soon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

