= ARMY AND UNHAPPY
Among the various competitions in which I participated already talked to you last year to Foligno, then a few points not got over the pre-selection. The same competition in March I tried again and this time I went well and I got home I felt a AR to present at the recruitment center of IE to Foligno at 7:30 am on May 24, the day of memory of the Piave Fanti (what a coincidence convoluted!). The registered letter informing them that the time I spent in the facility to carry out all tests specified in the notice (psycho psycho test, play with the boundaries that the tests-sports-etc ...) would be expected of six days ... Holy saints, open up the sky ... six days?? I thought maybe that was already part of natural selection, especially for us women in their thirties and passes that were never entered into a barracks. For some time I was as prepared for any analysis that I would serve. I feel I was made by a competitor on the score to be able to preset to be a little 'quiet and calmly prepare for exams, hepatitis, chest x-ray, pelvic ultrasound, pregnancy test (!!!).
Thinking of spending in the center of Italy at least a week I had prepared a bag a bit 'fuller than usual and as usual, more full of things that I would be poorly served. ie two books as Harry Potter 5 and the Da Vinci Code, borrowed from a colleague of blows to the gym.
I was too curious to read the book before seeing the film on the cinema, but for now the book is interesting and exciting, as well as sweating news not only religious. Since
annoys me book a room for the night before the entrance to the barracks I called the same office to see if I could sleep there the night before. Once you have addressed the question three times and having realized that there were no problems I started to put in the order of the ideas that I should have to bring back even a vocabulary of Naples - Italian or a small tape recorder to be able to listen to the orders that I were given by soldiers and have the time to understand them.
Junta then in front of the recruiting center is mixed together with a bunch of soldiers in uniform who all beautiful to EI, who for the Navy, who for the Air Force, etc ... I looked like a black chick and I felt a bit ' observed. A soldier escorted us in a building where then in the following days I and my companions will only contest the heated seats for the cd. "Dead time". There were other soldiers sat. Now known by the women and I say-damned if I compete with these I can go home, there ... I do-piece line up with other military and goes before a bar where they collect your data ... My name is not found it tries and tries to understand that you were wrong and that I had entered in a contest that was not mine ... Virtually all of those young hopefuls were already volunteers vfp1 which means that they are within one year and there were groped in the fortune vfp4 for the competition that would have lengthened by another 4 years their firm. This competition vfp4 lasted a week (I speak of the pre-selection tests) and even here there are many more competitors than the number of places available ... to make a hit of accounts have been 500 days ... and go to stuff your head spin and feast his eyes too. Instead
my competition was aufp that is not a dirty word but it means cadet Without fixed and is open to various types of graduates as desperate as the pear tree after harvest.
for the administrative posts are 5, you say a few, a lot compared to the 2 posts for veterinary, just to make a small comparison ... and veterinarians were many, as the doctors (yes, even for hard times in their civilian life) ... the lucky ones were the three individuals in relation to two which means that maybe you took it with a reserve.
When they realized that I competed for aufp reigned in the room is silent for a moment, the girls in uniform have rubbed my eyes and I was looking for a reference point, I felt lost.
I called an officer - No excuse I know the grades that had a face-sniper and makes me fill out a sheet saying in a loud voice: - Come from the north with a degree, but we come here to do the contest by the official eh? ? You see that you did not know just how to pass the time .- And I will tell you that I was expecting a little dig me your visa past experiences (GdF discussion with a competitor that I had accused him of stealing their jobs) and of course I replied diplomatically saying - This is an injury. My father fought in the war and his? I was little I wanted to make the target, see mo 'She-
He was silent and when I handed one of the billions of modules from which regulated the military said - Okay, see you tomorrow morning .- One to zero for me - I said and I followed the soldier escorted to the room assigned to me. The dorms
women are in a building, including psychiatric clinics - see us as just the hysterical I must say - and each large room has 15 bunk beds for those with the network and the mattress springs that makes the hole in the center. What annoyed me was to make and unmake the bed every day ... still not comfortable using the German method of down-you would do everything faster ... I slept on the top floor, along with many veterinary evidence in front of me a couple of days. At 22:00
must stay ahead of the cot for the CD. "Contrappello. Pass a soldier or a handsome boy to make a call to check that you are there. Then you can put in my pajamas and svaccare how best to believe. The trumpet rings at 22.30 and 23 to turn off the lights and a neon blue lights bother if you are not used. I solved such a problem sleeping on the side of the feet. In this way, I did not have light eyes and rest better ... In any case, after the third day woke up at 6.30 I still had not got the pace and I was distruttina so I decided to go home on weekends to sleep in my bed a couple of nights before the grand slam (the last 3 days). In three days I did not used to the little noise of 15 goals from creaky mattress at the same time, I slept in practice, but not rested. The alarm clock is at 6:30 (trumpet), but many are already awake at 6.00 and you hear a great buttasù so we should get up and prepare psychologically for the new day. Breakfast is at 7, I think the flag-raising at eight with its anthem of Italy and all sounds come from a mysterious tape. Lunch at noon, more or less, depends on the evidence insolvency and is always escorted by a soldier in the lunchroom. Our favorite guide was called THE COURT. The name says it all. With us in Faenza, the Lo Giudice moving house every three months does not communicate change of address, the postman goes mad, you see them around in BMW megagalattico, all with their cell phone stuck to your ear pulled. It is not known what activities take place. Best not to speculate. Whether this
The Judge that the other soldier was in good flesh and in a nearby room I saw a vfp1 that was really a closet and transhipment from uniform. There I started to have serious doubts about the medical and I wondered if it was better that I had some extra pounds.
Breakfast and lunch were required, no dinner and thank God. Generally, a pepperoni pizza at the canteen at 3.50 € off his hunger great. The shop that was so great, I took all the coffee at home I would not, since they cost only 35 cents and I liked to stop in this place of meeting to talk with competitors and the soldiers of any type and any where. In the entrance courtyard there were also some nice tables and wooden benches under large trees that shelter from the scorching sun of the early days (the last was very cold and even hail).
The snacks were served up at every opportunity and it seemed child to be back in the eighties with the difference that there were no surprises in the White Mill. It seemed that they had made the contract with several propinano Ferrero Duplo, which I adore, and Kinder Breakfast More. I have not had the courage to ask if I kept by thumbnails of Monster Allergy I'm collecting. Maybe I did not want this thing to arrive in the ear of some psychologist ... Only on the last day I tried the drinks vending machine at breakfast and I knew I had done well to not having ever drunk. Pure slop, could risparmiarsela. In general, the pasta lunch was cooked well, the second was not bad and the vegetables were in poor proportions than I eat home. As a result I did not shit for 3 days and me are taken home on weekends. The afternoon ended
tests generally within 17. Yes, even the staff of the recruiting center has its times and I seem to have realized that the 16.30 off, which Bazza!
We could leave the barracks from the 17 who did not make much sense if the dinner was at 18 but Foligno is so small that you can do what you have in a short time if we get organized. If I was tired I slept a bit 'and it happened that I had also almost whole afternoon or even the empty hours in the morning. In practice, the organization of these tests left to be desired. You could do it all in up to 4 days instead of six (eight for those who remained the w). Do not ask me why, there are certainly good reasons. However, you will agree with me that it is not easy to take a week off for a competition, especially for those in employment. There was also a time to wash. In practice, the hot water was available from 16.45 onwards ... the first 3 days, however, between the heat and the need for hard-working clock, I was even cold showers early in the morning to discover that the last shower 'water was always warm, mah ...
We talk about the tests ... I'm not writing a very comprehensive guide or else I write here 4 nl no one! Anyway I had to pass four tests psycho psycho of various kinds: that of the 600 questions, the one with cartoons, the personal file and 2 other test applications that do not remember, but it looked like a lot from each other.
Even with that of psychologists of the competition these tests are outdated and a little 'useless. In the interview with the psychiatrist, the psychologist and the Commission the final - which I have called the Grand Council of Fascism - were referred to the personnel files where you describe themselves according to a series of questions and just to get you in trouble examiners referred to a couple of answers to the test dates are unclear. If you are generally quiet turns out that the question / statement was not well formulated and that they wanted to say bla bla bla. To pass these tests you have to think with the head of the psychologist. Bales are if you think only for themselves. Every now and must say the opposite, you know that for them and for others is fine if you would have another vision of the situation that would be right. Never forget that "THE WATCH IS IN FRONT OF THE FIRE STATION FOR THE COMMON SENSE prevent entry" as my father says. Do not ask yourself the question of why do so as ordered, if you can do what. We must do this and amen.
In particular I liked was the interview with the psychologist. Was low, with blond hair tied in braided and curly, had glasses and crossed eyes. I looked at my nose because I did not know how to address this character without being insistent on the strangeness of her face. But perhaps we are accustomed. We have been talking for half an hour, it was like a chat with my mother. He asked me where I came from, what I studied and the reasons for, my passions, because I wanted to join the army, etc ... The interview with the psychiatrist is similar but more concise because he is a doctor and was framed on the morning of medical examinations, antidrug urine tests, etc. ... Visits and medical examination - weight, height-were divided into two different days. Some people have had to repeat some tests, but other girls have a pregnancy test and it was not clear why. For example, I had done the same the same day and
how others have had to repeat, perhaps-that the hospital is renowned for Faenza
between the Armed Forces?
Maybe I was sympathetic to the doctor so at first sight? Or simply luck?? I hope it's the latter, sometimes we want. Create nervously waiting factor, examination, result and still waiting. Consequently, it makes friends with fellow competition and even if you do not know you rely on them entirely often telling of confidence you would not say even to the dearest person for you. The effect then is a bit 'Big Brother, a little' Band of Brothers and however, is an experience that leaves its mark and I came back changed. I'm still there with his head. I was sorry to leave when it was all finished - and I ran away ... even the poo too, after-the tears ... I like when a child came home from summer camp with the nun in the mountains.
The interview with the Grand Council was, according to them, like a job interview (!!!). I was in a good 20 minutes and I was wrung out like a rag inchiedibile (???) asking the kind - would go on a mission abroad? - What do you think your boyfriend?? Ahhh do not have a boyfriend?
But yes so we know you have it ... but who cares -
- His father would be happy if it came nell'ei?? - etc .... All the questions raised by the three persons of the GC which included a beautiful woman officer who had already seen the last few days in gymnastics required to run on the athletic field in front of the dining hall (they have almost finished restoring it). The Grand Council has ruled that he was impressed by my enthusiasm, but urged me to keep my sociable when I find my team to control the subject, but what does this phrase mean? That are in question or a "strength and courage that you'll make it to the next?
An aside to deserve the sporting events that included, in order of execution, seven pushups (to be performed immediately after breakfast), the thousand meter race in seven minutes (there is also the Hyppo), the 90 cm high jump and climb the rope-the latter two tests were voluntary and made you earn points.
I had not prepared for the high jump because I did not realize that the written test ban - which sleeping! - Indicated that the emotion has cheated me and I passed the bar only at the third attempt. In any case, 90 cm seem silly, but the bar then fuck you some more cm - in the end are more than 5 cm in between stick and stand-and if you've never tried and you're like me down - 1,61 - your commitment you have to also put it to him to get there. Obviously the tests were collective sports and everyone saw what others were doing. There have been exploits among the various resulting in laughter. I only know that if I was a dirty word to me vent without asking for permission. My torment was climbing the rope four meters. Honestly I had not thought too much and I was sure not to even try because I had never experienced in my life. The week before I had thought that the gym rhythmic gymnastics, boxing there at the Palace where I had the rope and after several consultations and advice on how to climb it (Thanks MILITARIFORUM!) I got put on the previous days after 'training. Having come to my little things - and luckily I had not so Foligno-course I was in tremendous physical decline and a couple of days I managed to get nos. Note that not climbed barefoot so as not to soil the carpets of the gym workout, but in order to understand the technique of raising the awareness of walking uphill. Repeating it for a while 'but I have caused terrible wounds on his right foot that was to crawl under the rope and I did not do anything but put Foligno large patches because of the wounds healed as quickly as possible. Obviously I was not able to climb this rope and blessed there and then I said well, patience, I will not be neither the first nor the last who do not know. I was still moved by a sense of desperation and redemption that I said to myself that something good to know I could prove to do. Attempts to climb up the rope had two because it is physically challenging and usually those who do not succeed the first time then there is no proof.
Of course you could try, when you spit, you had to go up, you could not put his foot down, that an attempt would be less. This thing I fermented in my mind a firm belief that I can do, IS 'THAT I can do and also a little' angry if you will.
The officers involved in the gym were still very helpful and had helped me to better understand the mechanism that I, without any guide, the previous days had still not well internalized. Then with a kind urletto kiai are jumped up and I see that slowly climb up, just do not know how I made with their feet below and was wondering how I was made to look because I dared to look down. Obviously not having confidence with the speed I got up to three quarters with his arms apart and I was sweating like crazy: I had no more to anyone. I went down and asked me if I wanted to repeat. Obviously so ugly bastard rope! I felt a little 'Stiffler from American Pie 3, when urging his players during a football training. I took plenty of time to stretch out and concentrate and I tried again with more enthusiasm and I climbed. Once again, I had three quarters of the crisis and I stopped but I managed to climb accidents, I was near the famous red mark next to the hook you need to touch and I missed 10 cm, but I had no more to anyone. I wanted to climb relentlessly, I had the will to do it, but I had no arms and I said to myself - then, now shooting up your legs a little bit so maybe reaches the top, but then the helmet like a sack of potatoes because I can stand and what I did not already own terms not so .- I felt that everyone was cheering and that the officers did time flow more than necessary to see if I was doing. I know that I screamed imprecations and things like-yes, yes to Victory! - But in the end I had to give up because I was called down and down is harder than going up. Result; I have not touched the red mark, but all the officers congratulated me because none of them had seen a girl so committed to get on and stay well hung high for 2 minutes! This news has been around the recruitment center and the day after I got permission to try the rope on my own and by today, give him tomorrow, the last day of my stay there I made it, damn! Obviously took advantage of the gym to do some 'exercise with the other soldiers, so there was no rush and all was quiet. In the end I went well. Maybe if I was a Tarzanessa rope would not have won the respect and moments of glory. Every now and then be normal people and demonstrate good will is something in the real world.
During my time in the recruiting center could not help but consider the uniforms of the military. To chest tightness camouflage on the right shows the inscription "army" while on the left is the name of the soldier. Obviously, the surnames were the most diverse and more or less funny. I loved to do the pair of writing. For example, a family name was unhappy, and then combining the two words jumped out UNHAPPY Army, which is at the bottom of our Armed Forces in their essence. Other pairings of note: the Roman army, German army, army infidel army Lombard
trombone army ... I guess you could make a nice photo project on this thing, even in marketing for and, much more effective advertising I've seen on women's magazines, based on a slogan with an image of social a nice happy soldier has little to do.
Lately on the walls of Faenza, a young man of fine arts is fun to attack him with tiles decorated with designs that make me think of the hominids of Venus. This "piastrelling" I guess part of the development of a "sticking" I saw years ago around Bologna. These were home-made stickers with all materials and individually decorated with designs strange. I found them stuck on the cabin, along roadsides, on waste bin ... It 's nice to see an effect when you least expect a sympathetic character who greets you or tries to communicate a message carved only by his words or a few words. And they're there, behind a corner, above a little hole or chissadove. In Turin there who does the piercing buildings
... I love communication. I am fascinated by the world of pictograms, especially those in foreign lands. Even in Norway there are road signs that indicate the presence of the gnomes.
Last month I visited the Villa Romana in Russi - RA-related and the WWF oasis. Too good really. This villa, which remain the foundation and beautiful mosaic floors and the second largest such discovery in Europe. It belonged to a merchant who became rich by trafficking by river to the port of Classe in Ravenna, then important military garrison. The ecological oasis is quite extensive and includes the paths to be done on foot or by bike and one in particular is dedicated to the presentation of the various ecosystems that exist in our campaigns. All explained by convenient panels that provide interesting news indeed.
In the same area I finally conquered the fortress of the MAC, the Museum of Contemporary. It was a life that I wondered what was in there and finally my curiosity was satisfied. In a large room there is an outlet of the permanent collection Biaggetti. Obviously one must have fluids to afford to buy something there. There are some really gigantic tapestry of great effect that I would not mind seeing in the house, pity he did not the walls height LOUVRE.
The exhibition, in a dark room, an overview of the history primarily of the chair and the chair moving on to tables, lighting, etc .... There are pieces by artists and designers such famous Gaudi, Mackintosh, Frank Lloyd Wright ... even the famous chair shaped like a baseball glove.
Villanova Bagnacavallo is a hamlet in the countryside where lies my mother RIP! It does not have obviously nothing to detect if the appointments of the open market. The soul of the market, it took me all day to see everything right and I took the opportunity to visit the museum of the mire that I did not even know existed. A little man made me a guide and told me about a world that no longer exists that was where my mother is living: that damn you! There are still people who weave the marsh vegetation and create all sorts of objects: baskets, chairs, bags, shoes ... there are even a couple on display belonged to Queen Margaret.
The I-size is alive! I wrote it wrong on purpose refer to this summer's imminent. The race to show off the size is supposed to be over, but there is still time for some incli. I sincerely allow me more ice this year than in years past. I started in Rome where I stayed for just another "journey of hope," one of those megaconcorsi that when you're there you say, "Why there?". The notice was published two years ago. I refer to the Competition Commissioner of Forestry. There are 40 places I think. When it was announced that pre-applications were sent to 12 thousand while the present one thousand two hundred pre-selection tests ... This is a first selection, imagine that in two years to postpone the departure date there has been a general diaspora.
I had booked a room by the nuns of Nazareth House located near Via Boccea. I was told how to reach them, but I did not understand, so, out of the subway station Cornelia I'm lost now. Putting into practice the proverb of "asking you go to Rome" at the end I reached the house I wanted. It lies parallel to the road Boccea, but the difference is that there is a characteristic of the Way the hell Boccea (as of other streets of Rome for that matter). In front of the house there is a circle ACLI where elders playing cards and the Church of San Filippo Blacks where children play in the yard. In short, a small residential area where the insurance agencies have offices in the garage along with other various activities.
After a nice shower of the afternoon I decided to give me a ride to the capital.
Boccea In this way I saw the most beautiful store in the world - at least for me. "It's called Castroni nonsense and does not sell as you might infer from the name. Instead, it is a global mega store. Has everything edible from all over the world, cornflakes British doc, many types of teas and infusions, pure Indian tea, coffee, candy, chocolate, jams, pollen, spirits ... I
there I granted an ice cream is absolutely delicious, I bought a Lindt bar with orange, pine nuts and almonds, and two packs of Twinings details (Chamomile-honey-lime-vanilla and pink). Since I had come up my things and was a hellishly hot I slowly headed down to the subway I took to get to the Trevi Fountain. Sure, we can no longer do tourists as before. Now it is better to buy a dvd and enjoy beautiful spots in Rome with a guided tour of the Vatican Museums comfort of your armchair. Fortunately, the Trevi fountain is huge, otherwise it would be buried by the tide of tourists, gypsies and Pakistan with the rose in his hand. Walking walking walking and following my faithful old map coming to St. Peter. I wanted to walk again, was too great to be in control of the streets at that hour of the night while all were about to follow the first National party of the World Cup on TV, but my map only up to the Vatican, clearly afraid that if I carried my scent on the basis of orientation based on the metro stations I would have lost. I can not afford a cell phone with gps ... when I got home, however, felt that I was tired and I had prepared a warm chamomile. Turns out that these nuns were English, so I took the opportunity and I spoke English, too. In this way they treated me and even better the next day at breakfast I streetwise bad. The first surprise waiting for me out at 7.20 it was a giant grasshopper that certainly attracted to my bright hair band - Terry colored flowers, butterflies and other animals - has settled on the head and then she clung to my finger. Clearly in the early morning so I got scared and started screaming like crazy in the middle of the road, luckily there were not too many people around, because I'm afraid I also my screams. The 309 bus was already full when I got in 10 minutes and took us to the Penitentiary Police Academy, venue for the presets. Is already in a green area in the country and I would say has a whole hill. Who works there is in heaven as polygon features, swimming pool, accommodation, meals, etc ... The test was really tough, to do 120 questions in 120 minutes which is not so much whether we think that certain questions are so long and convoluted that it takes you to read at least 30 seconds. So a selection worthy of a competition in the judiciary, even worse, since there was also the political economy. I really do not remember anything of criminal procedure and wonder what if they make a forestry commissioner of criminal procedure. Both mica is a magistrate. Sure, but then stop the poachers mica leads them to the process, mah! Not to mention the political economy ... really made these contests so you do not understand them, are just a waste of public spending and that's it.
exit was so upset that they are hurtling down the steep hill directly instead of taking the proper path, I pretended to have a table at the foot and there was snow below (by the way, I wonder if my trust nitro is still among the trees of Mittestation of Schladming or if you really have pulled me down). Back at the train
gazed my souvenirs ... a bell'acquarello a representative view of an old house in Trastevere, the magnets with photos of the film in black and white and my chocolate that I ate right away. The Eurostar
having had seventy minutes of delay due to the rupture of a trade in Florence really made the trip more difficult, at least for me ... to stretch my legs walking to the cars and watch the shocked faces of passengers, including tourists. One lady was reading the unflappable German Die Zeit while some Americans were sleeping soundly, holding their guide entitled "Western Europe". Ok - I think take-out and leave Western Europe ...
Indeed, I predicted that I would be back with the coach but I did not give my gifts to the reliability of the seer. The journey I had done before because I wanted to be safe than to worry but then I discovered it was full well that many the second and went in first because they could not reach their jobs because of luggage piled up at the entrances .
ploy to
PARK
Every time I go Pierantoni Hospital in Forlì lies the dilemma: to park or curse? Groped to park in the square "old man" near the hospital complex or new parcheggione far from where I have to walk much more to get to the hospital? You should know that
Pierantoni Hospital in Forlì is located beyond the river in places Vecchiazzano.
E 'consists of a pair of Fascist-era buildings and other brand-new buildings added later. Still being built and will end when you do not understand.
The father of my father - then my grandfather, Hugh worked in the construction of the original complex that began as a sanatorium-sull'egida the health program of the then-regime. My father still keeps a photo of Hugo, of that yellow and brown cardboard that makes you realize how old the photo is indeed the "Fotina" since the very minimum measures. You see this casupolino wooden fully open (ie no glass or other protection from the weather-dad said that once the glass was there but then of course over time it has disappeared and who had the money to put another ...) supported by four tall poles which you can see a head to be that of the grandfather. From the photo it is not clear how high that casupolino but my father told me that the place was very high and that it was necessary to climb a ladder to get iron. Of course, this happens everyday and in rain, snow, hail or wind his grandfather went there and there was all day, could not afford to risk their necks to get back down to pick up the meal that put his wife wore a bicycle along the road at the time of year and the city center led him there. Mariuca's grandmother went to see him at noon to bring a tin box containing the meal, usually a soup (hot and then not come if you know) contained in a box, the broth in a bottle and a piece of bread. The box was tied a string that my grandfather fell down from the top of his cubicle, and then driven to the upper floors. The skin of the rabbit is killed once a year was made with dry straw in half and her grandmother was a hat and gloves to his grandfather in this way. Dad says he felt a mugik
... I would like young people today think a little 'to all those workers who have put the pens in order to build some buildings of which we still enjoy the service.
Returning to the parking lot, then again, there is one big, which I call the "old", which is right in front of the hospital buildings (the buildings alongside each other and zig zag front and back) and another new huge parking area that is rather outside the complex, beyond the new road that runs alongside the hospital, so do not close it immediately as the first.
Whenever I happen to go to Pierantoni I am to address the new problems, and which also make me think.
First, when I decide to park in the new parcheggione I can not understand where you enter. That does not happen only with this car but with all the other new parks, such as shopping centers. The indications are not clear, there are too many concrete curbs and make you make unnecessary km before arriving to find an empty seat. Reminds me of the file and mo 'labyrinth that I was a child with her schoolmates at the entrance to Castle Dracula to Gardaland.
short, is not the first time I happen to come into effect prohibited due to the lack of clear directions and I hate to contravene the rules of the road because it is known that in Forlì fines staple.
But the real problem lies elsewhere.
Although everyone knows that it is virtually impossible to park in the parking lot to find old, who created the great parcheggione to remedy the problem and that the number of car explodes, everyone will insist on entering the car park and groped the old luck before leaving to go to that one. The fight
for the conquest of the place is bloody and difficult and is not saved a shot. I
today but I can boast, after several more or less successful attempts to have refined my tactics for the conquest of the staff car park.
1) Do not look for the place between 7 .20 and 8.35. At that time the samples are under way and most of the tests and then find a place in the old car is a utopia. Shifted to the big parking. Otherwise, arrive earlier or later (I usually go after).
2) Drive plan not only for the safety of passers-by but also because the steps are narrow and you must have time to study the people out of the hospital.
3) At this point, if you see some people around in the middle of the car to observe them with care and circumspection. What they have in hand? Key? A yellow envelope? Blank sheets of paper? If so, well, follow them. The tracks show that they are just out of hospital (with the result analysis or to withdraw the paper) and they are going to their car.
4) Ask the person matching-driver and car park as quickly as possible. Understand whether there are potential enemies, competitors in the same place nearby. If you can destroy them with subtle techniques like: "Oh, no! I'm not moving from here! I do not back down no sir! The place I saw it first! If you went faster (or slower) are hunted yours! -
5) If the enemy was faster and / or far ahead of you, there's nothing to do. Do not waste time in accepting your defeat and sift once again for a new cross-square with something in hand.
The last situation that I am to resolve the output of hospitals and shopping centers is "to find my car." The people of the cutest looking for landmarks to remember where they parked the car, but I almost never because my mind was inside the building where I intend to go. Well my RAM staff tends to the future rather than the present. A Once it took me half an hour to find the car that I had cleverly parked behind a billboard funeral. I thought for sure I found her there, and it has had the opposite effect. After the
06.16.2006 Sofia Vicchi
