Italians do it better (the MBA)

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Back to basics... kitchen basics!

Once upon a time, there were Marco and George moving into a new flat in Barcelona and spending a week going around the city to buy basic stuff like forks, knives, toilet paper..
An year later, the story repeats itself.
We have been lucky. The flat is brand new.. So new that when we were approaching to open the lobby door, two working men overtook us saying "wait.. we are mounting the furniture".
Then for the whole day was an ongoing movement of plubmbers, elecricians and other workers setting us the flat. So the flat is clean, new, big. But there is nothing except the very basic things (a bed, a drawer, the refrigerato, the oven..) But we have to buy ourselves the glasses, the iron, forks.. And again salt, pepper, oil, cleaning stuff. I think we did some 20 km by foot today.
The guy who manages the building on behalf of Columbia told us to not buy anything and just eat regularly at the hot-dog shop at the corner. I looked at him and I said "hey, I'm Italian, the kitchen is my realm!". So he started saying something i didn't understand but I suppose he was making fun of me and of the italians reconnecting the speech with old memories of past students.
I really don't understand the english they speak here! It's not the same as in IESE. At the customs:

Officer: "Hi"
Me: "hi"
Officer "ma orts mnts ees?"
Fuck i missed the complete sentence.. good start George.
Me: "Sorry?"
Officer "May I have your passport, I-20 and the other documents please?"
Me: "ah yes.. sorry i didn't understand.. here it is"
Officer: "can u t s finger h yr"
I understood it has something to do with the finger.. ah yes the fingerprint through this tool.. ok but which one?.. ok let's try this
Officer: "I said left please!"
Fuck.. 50% probability never works in my favor
Officer: "When ve ime in I?"
Ok he is asking me when i've been last time somewhere.. but where?
Me: "when i've been where?"
Offier: "India"
Me: "Oh well last year.. no.. two years ago.. or maybe three because was in december.. well i don't remember, but you can check the passport print.."
Then the last question that i understood
Officer: "What are you in the United States of America for?"
Me, taking an arrogant/proud face look: "I'm going to Columbia, i'm studing business administration"
The officer didn't reply, but looked at me with a puzzled/pity face.

Now i'm wasted and i would like to go to bed but we have to wait for Ramon Roqueta who has just landed at JFK. I think he might americanize his name in Ray Rocket.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Milan - New York

This is just a summary of few hours spent across italy and the us. Before leaving italy I had some drinks with friends. As you can see from the picture above we were all men, I would say because we didn’t want to be distracted from drinking but most probably just because few girls are in our group and accidentally all of them were in vacation. After some bottle of wine later downgraded to beers I started to have a blurry vision of the world around me. ON my way back home I decided to take some picture of my beloved Milan and due to the complementing effect of the fast drive vibrations and the drunkenness I thought they were grate pictures. But today, in a sober mood, I found out they were not. But at least you can see Milan exactly as I saw it. Isn’t it great? To go to NY I did a stop in London. On my first flight from Milan to the UK I was happy to see that the plane did a round trip around my hometown. I took a picture and I circled my town. Is it my fault if I was unluckily assigned a seat over the wing? But trust me my town is exactly there! Due to the new security policies all passengers are thoroughly screened and to do this everyone is asked to take off the shoes. Sometimes I don’t understand how people can survive the smell of their own feet. Again, the smell made me high and I started to see blurry shapes again. I had to spend three hours at Heathrow and I stepped into two interesting things. The first one is these patata bravas which made me think I wrongly took another flight to Barcelona. The other one is this weird signal. Partly because I admit I was worried for the latest threats in the air, partly because I had nothing else to do and partly again because efter the multiculti I am attracted by whatever starts with “multi” (multiple orgasms are the best so far), I decided to go into the room and pray a little. It was the first time for me in a multi-faith prayer room. I felt a little puzzled. I thought that in a place like that you have more than a god watching at you and I wouldn’t be prudent to pray just one of them few minutes before taking a plane. You know these people from the past.. they can be very touchy! So I prayed the ones I knew… given the fact that I know only the most popular ones that are advertised by the media. I did also some bikram yoga position.. you never know. The tree position was more like an eggplant position but what matters is the effort… anyway.. Unfortunately I think I missed some big name up there, because I had the unluckiest seat on the plane. On the left I had one of those people who don’t come prepared for the flight with the right amount of things to do and so they just do what you do. Fine if you read the economist while I’m reading it, but at least don’t do that disappointed face if turn the page too fast! The worst was the one on the seat in front of mine. I don’t know how he made it but every second he was moving on the seat making it moving back and forth. I was watching a movie on a LCD that due to this movement was virtually chaning from 3inch to 42 inches. Just to figure out the situation, I’m pressing the keybord with my tongue. By the way, now i'm at Casey's flat. The city seems really amazing. I just had time to go out for a quick dinner where the waiter told me to not take pictures. But please let me post this photo that shows what you can see if you put the nose out of the windows of this amazing flat!

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Breaking NEWS

Some of you remember that i've lost my flag during the multiculti party held in Febuary.
I've found in a box of stuff still unpacked from Barcelona. I was packing for NY and Zaaaaac! The flag.

The following picture captures my happiness for the good news.
Despite the initial happyness i'm really scared of things disappearing in mysterious circumstances during my whole life. I clearly remember when i was young and was left home alone for a couple of hours in the afternoon. There was a very yummy cream cake in the fridge. One with ice cream, strawberries and so on. Nobody went in and out of the house during those two hours and when my parents came back, the cake was disappeared from the fridge. Guess who was pointed and the responsible? Me!
But I swear i didn't eat that cake. It just disappeared.
They never trusted me about that.
Back to the flag, no picture is available now because the flag itself is still under shock and doesn't want to reply to journalists about what happened during these long 6 months. However, furthere details will follow in the next days.
Stay with us!

Monday, August 28, 2006

Hasta luego Barcelona

In a couple of days I'll be in New York for the MBA International Exchange Program. Before moving there I decided to spend some days in the beloved barcelona. Even if i didn't spend my time in flat in Calatrava 1, I passed by just to have a quick nostalgic look and meet Noellie in her 1-day-stop there. A part from the broken dumbvator and the broken dishwasher, the most astonishing news is that now the doors of the elevator at the entrance of the garage are painted in yellow Isn't it very cool?
Ok I agree, not cool at all.
Some first years are in town, and they already call themselves "the gang" even if they don't look exactly like the crips or the bloods. Maybe because the MBA has not started yet and they are taking everything too seriously. Understood the situation, Keith and I decided to show them how to get drunk in barcelona. Keith is without doubt deep in the part.
A part from that, i really enjoyed once again life in Barcelona and i'm sad i won't be there for the best term in the whole MBA experience. But I'm sure New York will be fun as well.

Friday, August 18, 2006

How come?

How come i forgot to publish this picture? I just found it in my BCG laptop that i was going to empty before giving it back to them.

Viva Sato!