Thursday, September 30, 2004

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worry yours is still without a job, it has been ten days in Jordan to see the effect it does, the way is beautiful, go there.
But let's step back. To maximize your long-term travel has seen fit to do an intensive three weeks of the Hungarian language. The course, organized in style Magyar included four hours a day, morning, four days a week. Sbus renowned as a specialist in learning unknown languages \u200b\u200bunder the influence of alcohol is sipped from the sober lessons in English, realizing as he lacked the basics of English grammar, not to mention the Hungarian, el ' beloved bottle of Montenegro. I admit it was difficult, but thanks to a close-knit group and a strict and proven teaching of communism in the 40, yours is able to obtain a certificate of cloth in which the university such and such (not reported the name for obvious reasons, but I assure you that it is relatively well known for teaching Hungarian to foreigners) certificates exceeding the second level beginners "with honors", that ass! Since we're pulling us also tell you that it was the best result for the whole class. In fact, I beating the last decisive meeting behind closed doors in the classroom torture, pardon the language lab, in order, a Salesian priest Polish no fault of his that I smelled of garlic and stale sweat so much that, when the teacher asked "What did you do yesterday?" and he replied essential to learn to use verbs in the previous lesson, "I have had a shower, I had a bath, I washed the clothes, all laughed at him and saw that he thought instead, "Wow they are really cool to use 'sti verbs and they are all happy that the Hungarian mastered essential." Then, a Jesuit of New York at the beginning I thought it was a stupid American playboy in cultured, while I discovered that he was a priest with 5 degrees and two PhD (which are not the titles that make a person's culture, but surely make literature) who taught at the Polytechnic and had a passion shared by you, for art secessionist; an Austrian high, high, slim, slim, who shot himself in class quarters of watermelon spitting noisily the seeds on the face of listening comprehension (then disappeared for quarters of an hour access to care in the diuresis), an Austrian low and wide that the reader was an Austrian university (which excuse the hell language is the Austrian If anything, you the reader of German: "chauvinism in cabbage sauce"), a Londoner who did not understand one stone when he spoke, always dressed in pink and trying to invited himself in Italy with the excuse that he had seen "The English Patient", a German boy with Jack Ass T-shirt (I explained with a typical accent Pafiera which is a devilish MTV where everyone smashed against all but the most hilarious thing is that you recommend then do not do this at home: good! when I saw the man then tried tiger back my friends to the evening course in mime) that
Jackass the Movie returning tram one day almost in tears told me that he would return home in Pafiera, I told him that ' important is the health of the rest of what you want to reply to a German one meter and ninety, with the Jack Ass T-shirt and cap of the OBI you are going to cry when the tram arrived at your stop? Following a thirty year old German girl who, as they say here in Budapest "had more members who hand door handles," and want to want this for the colossal amount of coffee you gulp at the Goethe Institut, was played to the point that when asked to do an exercise he said candidly, "I do the next one" as if he were playing a bunch steals. But your not! Busy as a myopic search for glasses, inexorable as seasonal influenza, but also reasoned that only a new graduate may be, has managed to snatch two points for the best result so ... okay okay, but then what is reflected in such a provision in the school and daily life in the jungle of foreign cities? Well basically my certificate with the second level beginners "with hounours, when a Hungarian now speaks to me I can respond properly and with a typical accent I do not speak Hungarian Puszta, not the 'I understand and I can not help him and are so good and proper that the person is almost always looks at me as if I was taking the piss, then I say I'm Italian and he pulls straight! A note to the teacher of the course that we can not say anything: professional, friendly, nice short little more than meaningless ... ah forgot: a large piece of ... ..! Viszlát!

Friday, September 10, 2004

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So starts in September and the site has exceeded nine thousand visits: the case seems to me to start again. Yours is nicely placed together with his lovely lady, in a small apartment of 29 sqm in the heart of Belváros. As reported here are looking for a job and like any story that even this time there is a prologue. Your telling the truth is a bit 'to work hard to find a hole where you can earn a decent amount that can avoid feeling a maintained (the girlfriend, they change sponsors, but the concept remains the same). The landing, or this sort of sequel to the adventure of the young student of history, has been prepared by the mother country through a huge collection of business cards, certificates and letters of recommendation to get a scholarship that will allow me to continue studying that wonderful world that is the history of Central and Eastern Europe. Obtained that is dedicated to your search for a prestigious job in the post bag. And you almost made it. I call a penguin in Budapest of a temporary employment agency that have reported that there was demand for a place in a call center of a large multinational and run in BP for the interview. Yours, then still the native soil, preparing to pack carefully choosing the appropriate clothing for the first job interview in Magyar land. After a trip daring and emotionally trying arrived in Budapest I find that the agency's interim moron he was wrong and that what they were seeking was not speaking to an operator call center, but a streetwise referenced expert Italian native speaker of risk Management. After reading the information on the use and the skills required, received by the corporation, I was present at that agency that it was not what I had spoken, he makes a face, by telephone, one that is just fell from a Trabant and apologizes. I send him to hell on my own and I am convinced that I will have more as a friend, despite what I send my resume and how image may not be invoked: in fact the thing that is closest to my work experience in Risk Management is doing payment to a witness in civil marriages between tourists in Venice. But it's nothing compared to the grotesque situation (documentation) in which I have found, previously, in June. School ends in Hungary as in many other nations and take your license from the civil service (now ended) and heads of state in the only high school teaching in Bp where there are Italian. Aim to meet the principal and the curriculum delivered in person through the skillful mediation of a trusted hook. The school is looking for a native speaker for a teaching degree in history, a few hours is true, but still something. The school is in turmoil, the last day, last decisive questions and tasks; full of pimply teenagers, agitated, sweaty and visibly frightened. Look near the staff room where I sipped a furious quarrel between teachers, get my turn when I am about to hand over the two sheets to the secretary of the curriculum I noticed a strange commotion behind me. The secretary looks over and speaks to me quite distracted. Comes out of his room, the headmaster, I can see, understand that they are "that Italian", approaches, presents itself, but is attracted by what is happening behind me. At this point I realize that an extraordinary event, unusual and dangerous is standing between me, the principal, the curriculum and teaching position. I turned and saw three policemen who animatedly warned the principal of a bomb threat at the school, while two others invite people to come out. I like a good Italian, I think to myself, "the usual cunning of the fifth b" Hungarians no, they think of Al Qaeda and in a moment I'm out of high school along with other five students and no more than thirty police officers. I lose sight of the headmaster and I decide to return home. My resume? Delivered has been delivered, but I'm convinced that when such events are put in the middle between you and a goal (easy to reach, in this case the school was seeking a native Italian degree in history and believe that residents of BP with these characteristics, except signed, there are no others) is self-evident that it should not work and in fact I have more usage.
For the moment no contacts, just a vent because I'm tired of having to sometimes ashamed to be Italian and to see a certain type of tourism and tourists that do nothing but increase the already high regard that the Hungarians did not have us Italians.
hate the Italians who come here only to go to hell, you recognize them, braggarts, arrogant and without any curiosity about the city, or respect for the Hungarians, especially for girls. Also in Vaci utca to get to board, they go to eat in Italian restaurants and then complain because the air opinionated pizza and spaghetti is hard to prepare them better mom. If you can not find a woman without paying of you are just unlucky, stay in the ring of your beloved city, spend less and do not risk be beaten (see the queues in the morning to the embassy), not to mention the hunting of protected species.
Viszlát!

Thursday, September 2, 2004

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autumn arrives ...