Around the year 1000 after the birth of that carpenter in Israel with delusions of grandeur and gab, everyone in Europe was expected that the end of world. The shops closed cabin and puppets, the poor (and those days there were a mess, that is, almost all were poor but the rich, and even the rich by our standards could never buy an iPad, say ) were all happy for it to end the torture that was commonly called "life given by God." We can imagine them walking with his nose upward, climbing over the corpses scattered around his feet on the street last famine / war / epidemic, expecting that the sky would open in two check to see the white beard of the Lord screaming "The free ride is over. "
Well, when the morning of Jan. 1, the world was still there, someone thanked him, swore someone else, but nobody expected that would happen.
In History is studied more or less as the so-called "Rebirth of the Year 1000" . In simple terms we laid the foundations for that beautiful crap that was the Modern Age.
To better understand students bored with the extent and causes of this "Revival" I always try to focus their attention on the construction (or restoration) of streets.
Fuck how important roads, repeat till you drop. The Roman Empire was strong because he had the streets. The Middle Ages was crap because it did not care of the roads.
By the way you can get from here to there, the specific.
"Embee?" law written in their eyes altered.
fucking well.
This whole premise because today I want to talk about a road that has given so much to our beloved Italy. But yes, it's just you, the Autostrada del Sole , otherwise known as A1. After building in 1964, is truly a great cool: especially in the stretch that last week I found myself along with all my happy little family: from Orte in Naples. 3 lanes of soft smoothness.
that before the build up to go from Milan to Naples, it took 2 days. Today, a truckload of cocaine from Bolivia and loaded from the ship arrives at Gioia Tauro nostrils of Milan in a few hours. And the container Ciaffi full of Chinese can invade our country several hours before the deterioration in the atmosphere begins to spread their characteristics toxic!
But that's cool, huh?
So, loads of confidence in human progress, and I said the little family we headed towards Naples, starting at 12:30 on 23 December.
do not bother to tell us that time is a fucking dick on a date, we already knew alone.
are about 268 km which is usually a conscientious motorist can easily go in 2 hours.
Unless Isoradio not tell you that after the Roma Nord exit there is a "tail at times" to Ferentino.
"Sometimes" you say, and imagine a line of cars sliding stop from time to time.
But no, my dear. The queue at times is nothing but a series of code spaced a mile . Then the tail at times = 35 code one after the other. "
When you're standing in line for the fifth consecutive time and your 4 year old daughter asks for time novantacinquesima "we there yet?" begin to ask questions -style existence.
Why am I here? Who put me here? What the fuck I had in mind when I started traveling the day before Christmas Eve?
Cause all these punks around me had the same idea? The town where I live is so shit doversene from strength to go despite the awareness of being in this mess?
Most importantly, you begin to ask what is the nature of a queue. Why
tail sometimes ends up in Ferentino, for example. That there is a Ferentino?
It seems that the legend says that Ferentino was a land so fertile that the God Saturn in person we had done a summer residence. Several centuries before Christ, many peoples, including Romans, and Volsci Ernici fought fierce wars, watering the soil with blood, to conquer this Ferentino. Even Horace (not the Clarabella) wrote in his epistle:
"If do you like the peace and sleep until sunrise, if you annoy the dust and the noise of wagons and taverns, I would recommend you go to Ferentino: in fact, not only to the rich is given to enjoy ... "
So you find yourself stopped in traffic on the A1 to curse Orazio, imagining all those motorists who have read his letters and decided to spend Christmas in Ferentino. All very tired of the noise of the bars and dust carts.
And you understand that it's time to get in Autogrill to take a stand (and have lunch). And then you realize that have understood all the other , which seems to have cleared the highway because they are all there, huddled at the bar to do to get elbowed a coffee or a fucking Camogli , sandwich ham and cheese synthetic rat. Then
not have to queue to go self-service and all you can serve yourself a plate of spaghetti cooked and heated in boiling water and served with eggs transgenic mouse (ie a new species of mouse that lays eggs created specifically for the motorway services carbonara) and a steak as big as a chicken Florentine (and therefore probably is transgenic mouse, or human flesh).
mice are strong in the Autogrill.
And the nice thing about all this, think while you line up to a bathroom so dirty that the place is the cleanest process is you're paying more.
All that pays him as if you did you a favor.
pay the highway, pay the gas station, pay the Camogli, pay the process, pay the rat.
And as you advance to the toilet to piss others as a seasoned bruschetta with olive oil, trying to carry on with the job not to get ahead unprepared (one step down the zip ; next step down the pants ; next step, you take the pea ; careful not to mistake the calculations and start too early, or call the police), his mind went back in time, already down over the centuries, to the Rebirth of the Year 1000. When
again began to build roads , cities repopulate were born the foundation for a market economy and history took its beautiful direction that would have brought you in this row to process dell'Autogrill .
And you want is there to shout: "You were wrong! The Apocalypse has begun! Only that will last a long time ."
So you find yourself stopped in traffic on the A1 to curse Orazio, imagining all those motorists who have read his letters and decided to spend Christmas in Ferentino. All very tired of the noise of the bars and dust carts.
And you understand that it's time to get in Autogrill to take a stand (and have lunch). And then you realize that have understood all the other , which seems to have cleared the highway because they are all there, huddled at the bar to do to get elbowed a coffee or a fucking Camogli , sandwich ham and cheese synthetic rat. Then
not have to queue to go self-service and all you can serve yourself a plate of spaghetti cooked and heated in boiling water and served with eggs transgenic mouse (ie a new species of mouse that lays eggs created specifically for the motorway services carbonara) and a steak as big as a chicken Florentine (and therefore probably is transgenic mouse, or human flesh).
mice are strong in the Autogrill.
And the nice thing about all this, think while you line up to a bathroom so dirty that the place is the cleanest process is you're paying more.
All that pays him as if you did you a favor.
pay the highway, pay the gas station, pay the Camogli, pay the process, pay the rat.
And as you advance to the toilet to piss others as a seasoned bruschetta with olive oil, trying to carry on with the job not to get ahead unprepared (one step down the zip ; next step down the pants ; next step, you take the pea ; careful not to mistake the calculations and start too early, or call the police), his mind went back in time, already down over the centuries, to the Rebirth of the Year 1000. When
again began to build roads , cities repopulate were born the foundation for a market economy and history took its beautiful direction that would have brought you in this row to process dell'Autogrill .
And you want is there to shout: "You were wrong! The Apocalypse has begun! Only that will last a long time ."
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