how much of us are merely cultural customs?
maybe it just happens to be the caliber of italians versus brits i meet,
but italians just seem friendlier.
The Italian commander had a farewell party and invited Seli and I. We met up with Gianluca's friend Max and just had a grand olde tyme. The karaoke bar stole my heart and we sang "Born in the USA" followed by an Italian song that goes:
keechi keechi koochi koochi hoochi man!
Then we ate lots of potatoes and the Red Cross nurses got up and did a jig while we all clapped along. Although the majority of these women are over 50, I must say, they knew how to move. And now, I think, we are on our last rotation of Italian friends. ::sigh pout sigh::
I also stumbled upon a pseudo-party with some British soldiers who were headed back to Germany. They told great stories about international incidents and what happens when you forget to bring your GPS on a patrol. I have never heard anyone use the word cunt in place of fuck as frequently as these Englaners. As I was leaving I stopped to make use of the internet there and came upon a British soldier with his hand in his trousers. When I scooted further away from him, he began to pick his nose with the other hand. He looked directly at me while doing this. Then as I left the building, I heard another Brit say, "fucking yanks."
Pfft. I can't think of hearing anything like that from Italians. Yeah, you're right, I don't really speak Italian.
But I haven't slept for over 40 hours and I think my heart is going to burst.
attention: this is the command post. there will be a controlled detonation in two minutes. command post out.
but italians just seem friendlier.
The Italian commander had a farewell party and invited Seli and I. We met up with Gianluca's friend Max and just had a grand olde tyme. The karaoke bar stole my heart and we sang "Born in the USA" followed by an Italian song that goes:
keechi keechi koochi koochi hoochi man!
Then we ate lots of potatoes and the Red Cross nurses got up and did a jig while we all clapped along. Although the majority of these women are over 50, I must say, they knew how to move. And now, I think, we are on our last rotation of Italian friends. ::sigh pout sigh::
I also stumbled upon a pseudo-party with some British soldiers who were headed back to Germany. They told great stories about international incidents and what happens when you forget to bring your GPS on a patrol. I have never heard anyone use the word cunt in place of fuck as frequently as these Englaners. As I was leaving I stopped to make use of the internet there and came upon a British soldier with his hand in his trousers. When I scooted further away from him, he began to pick his nose with the other hand. He looked directly at me while doing this. Then as I left the building, I heard another Brit say, "fucking yanks."
Pfft. I can't think of hearing anything like that from Italians. Yeah, you're right, I don't really speak Italian.
But I haven't slept for over 40 hours and I think my heart is going to burst.
attention: this is the command post. there will be a controlled detonation in two minutes. command post out.