Before leaving for the holidays I wanted to write a nice post on the blog and of you my friends-bloggers, but the inspiration does not take off from the runway and then tell you just what I thought .
few are, but few loved ones, as friends. Sometimes you think and I think of as friends, I do not know personally, it's true, but I imagine and that above all I feel I can guess what you say or think about something. Sometimes that story you wrote and I start with: "A friend of mine told me ...". In these years away from Italy, I have often felt alone, and I must thank you though often with a message left here or something you wrote, I have felt better.
I started writing after a few months that I lived in America. I thought it was the most convenient and fastest way to communicate with friends and family in Italy, a valid substitute for the e-mail group. I added photos and video comments and etc.. In fact the vast majority of Friends I was ignored. I'm not interested in the blogosphere, they say. Too hard to read, etc soon. Only a few have told me that I have read and very few have followed me at least for a while. Sometimes. I was discouraged many times. For those who write it? Who do I write? I seemed to throw stones into the void because most deafening and yet full of potential dropped helplessly from the rest of the network and the world.
I decided that I would write to me, to leave a trace in my memory all that strange was happening in my life, so full of changes. So the blog has become a tool to force me to remember. Fantastic. Excellent choice that I welcome every time, rarely, I go back and I read this blog or the American or the tango. After almost 4 years old who are over there, as they were intact. Precious to me.
the street then you came, readers and bloggers in your turn. Some come and gone, then back, then go back, some came and stayed. One, a fact which came into my life. Been added, others work in progress, others who pass often, and others who read and do not speak, others who do so please and still others that leggiucchiano of escape and escape comment. That everyone enjoys what I write as he wishes (provided that plagiarism is not me).
But today I think of the very few in the beginning. Those who read in turn, those who are curious to know what have written, what I like to think of as friends. You know who you are. And I know you are there, half a world away but just a click away. Here I send you a virtual hug but full of meaning.
Happy holidays and we will "meet again" in September!
