say that in general the term 'special' and 'perhaps the most' abused and tell you all of the Italian language but English is no joke in terms of superlatives. So 'the various "brilliant", "faboulous" amazing "and so' so on, often accompany the stories and testimonies of the most '.
This concept should be added that each application "Snout 's nice to his mother" and every marriage is perceived by the couple / family as the most' beautiful, the most 'successful and the most' special (appunto!!) Of forever.
This introduction, perhaps a bit 'too dispersed, only to introduce the story / account of a marriage that perhaps at the expense of the aforementioned theory, "special" and it' was really ... first of all, 'cause this is my!
;-) But from the beginning, probably the few people who follow me in this space web (my parents and myself) already 'know that I am currently working in Nigeria, a country as unstable as nitroglycerin and full of contradictions. Working on site 12 hours a day and sleep in a container is not 'easy, much less do it for 56 days in a row without even a day off, waking up at 5 am and undergoing environmental pressures of all kinds. If you then add the barbed wire and armed guards as usual background, you can imagine how "special" to extend their work shift for 70 days, to marry and enjoy the most 'well-deserved honeymoon.
But since the end of the nightmare. At the end of his strength and almost no more 'remember who I am and where I come, I find myself magically to make the journey to freedom 'starting from the yard. In Nigeria and 'September 20th, we are in the rainy season and the sky and' dark as coal. Arrival at the heliport with the terror that the helicopter can not fly. Everything is' calculated to the thousandth and even one delay in the repayment plan could have catastrophic effects on marriage. Meanwhile the bride and 'already' flown to Sardinia from London and is waiting for me at the mercy of the normal tensions linked to the last things to be organized. The helicopter starts with 2 hours late, and while flying over the jungle for dancing the disturbing turbulence from severe weather, I can even take a nap. I am exhausted and scared, after 70 days of this life, and 'has become a traveling companion unobtrusive.
Warri shot landed behind a sigh of relief. The first step to escape and 'being done. Pack your bags for the evening with a little 'apprehension and with a thousand thoughts in mind I can only get to sleep at night.
The next day I feel as light as I have never heard before. The day 'wonderful idea did not take the usual 6 am bus to the office, makes me feel like a student who skipped school. Above my head a hawk flapping at low level by modulating its fabulous tail with an elegance that enchants me. While I wait for an escort to accompany me Warri airport can not help but think about the fact that this time I managed to hold on. When I see the truck in the distance coming towards me almost seems like a dream. Load your suitcase and set off in style 70's detective at full speed '. Along the muddy streets of the country runs a grotesque film tones. The market and 'a swarm of people who rushes to sell, buy, eat, survive. Two people fighting in the street as a sort of African local butcher skinning a cow lying on the ground. Women carrying baskets on their heads with dried fruit, roll half-naked men with rusty wheelbarrows into tubers and other local trinkets. Along the way, and 'full of tankers, should be used to make gasoline, but are in fact 'some real clunkers. All around, on the roadside, a myriad of makeshift mechanics try to fix them with makeshift tools. Where there is' nothing you do not throw anything.
reach a checkpoint and a group of armed soldiers beckons us to move on. The usual checks unorthodox boarding unit at Warri have never been so 'nice. The military usually Immigration seems to me a house and after exchanging the usual greeting him some advice about the league Arsenal, I find myself on board the domestic flight to Lagos.
Another step towards freedom 'and' done! While flourish on the classic ATR 42 propellers I feel like the emigrants who were returning home after years. I smile at all and I would also tell the other passengers that I'm coming home to marry.
Land in Lagos not only have to follow the lengthy bureaucratic process to get on board the last flight to freedom '. The British
flight from Lagos to London and 'magical. It leaves at 23:30 and is boarding up and forced to stand around the airport without being able to find peace with emotion. Drink a beer in the little bar inside, you sprinkle a bit 'of the perfume shop tax free to cover the smell of hard work, make friends with people who were there to film in Nigeria the reasons most 'absurd. But when you get on board and you sit in your seat to be realized in one step from the flight. Next to you a multitude of Nigerian families and children in tears, dreaming of a better future. Part accompanied by heavy luggage containing all their belongings in search of Eldorado London, which sometimes rewards, but often dispenses stories of exclusion and poverty 'not unlike the one left behind.
Too many thoughts in my head and too tired ... I leave these considerations aside and I enjoy the take-off. Lagos by night view from the giant British and 'really an apocalyptic spectacle. A huge slum teeming with life with a few lights here and there '. I close eyes ...
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