but why?

Sometimes, there is a point when you don't know if you've done the right thing or the worse thing possible. There is a point where it doesn't really matter anymore. Maybe, if you look back, you would have probably done the same thing, because you would have been the same person and there is no possible look into the future (that is the nice thing in fact). So I guess it is useless to think if you could have changed something or not. Things end up in some way and we have to deal with it. When you are not aligned with something (one), well, you can end up pretty bad if you think you are. It is too sad. Verdad sylvestre?

From this blog, I would like to thank Mr.King George for his contribution to the Spanish GDP in the form of bills to the police and parking fees. Thank you so much George, this nation owes you. My grand children will remember your contributions to their education system (oh, sorry, we won't have that anymore in some years here). Anyway, George's post and a short conversation today with a first year italian girl Silvia (By the way, we will give details about an awesome dinner with the first years later this week), have made me remember that, in fact, my time in Italy as an erasmus student (and 140 more spanish students in Pisa during 2000) did not help a lot to the Italian economy. I think we created a big gap in GDP that year:

Ma qui dobbiamo pagare per prendere il bus???

I know some people that practiced the archifamous spanish "botellon" for free the whole year with the courtesi of "Coop" and some local shops.

Supply of bicicles without locker was amazing in toscana at that time.

And in some police station close to Bologna there is a paper signed with the names of 4 spanish actors claiming for a stolen bag that contained 4 train tickets (andata e ritorno).

Well, those were other times. I have seen that the Italian erasmus crowd in Barcelona usually create the same gap we were creating at that time. Mmmmm, this counterbalances so maybe George's argument is correct. Yes, those were other times. I remember a taxi driver doing half of the traject from the airport to my place (Pisa is quite small) in the wrong direction and saying "non ti preocupare ragazzo". I didn't have a clue about economics at that time (same as now), but my subconscious was saying that he may wanted to reduce his savings and improve the Italian economy (nothing happened to him).

George, Police here know who to screw. Who do you think I am calling every time you see me on the phone at night, some girl? C o m i s s i o n