I didn’t want to write the big book anymore even it was wonderful thing to do. I adore writing. I never considered this as difficult. How can I dislike what gives me a pleasure? Write non-fiction and tell stories in my blood. I had with understanding of characters. I always asked in The Lion King on “Why Scar feared hyenas if he wasn’t a weak personality?” and “Why the hyenas are suddenly became angry on him?” Their acts and behaviors have no origin point. I knew almost one year ago that it wasn’t initial ending, which is more logical, but with little flaws there. Simba pushes Scar from a cliff and the last situates grabs it’s edge and ostensibly begs for help when actually it was a trick in which Simba was throwing out, but he survives. Scar stays on the cliff and falls into madness with no point by demonstrating it in characteristic laughing while fire reaches him and burns him. Producers considered the last thing as traumatizing for kids. And that’s after death of Mufasa, which shocked many millions of children. I never heard that anybody had psychological troubles by this scene. Burning can be demonstrated without hurting child’s mind by violent details or doesn’t showing in general. This conclusion is more interesting. My feeling was always right as I didn’t consider Luke and Leia as twins. Whereas I’ve got from all inner sensors that I have nothing for add with the big book. I was supposed to fulfill two pieces whereas some written text required time for getting of new events, but everything inner also rejected this awaiting. I completed exercises for keeping myself in shape, entered in shower where I was lighted by idea that I can perfectly combine with some other pieces. And the ending will only left. I ate some cottage cheese after that I moved to a desk and completed in vigor stance in few dozen minutes. Very soon I had conversation from far, which is close to me. I had in guts that when I woke up at 1:20 am after two hours of dreaming and couldn’t fall asleep in that night, I wasn’t alone. That sudden conversation directed to conclude that delay between us was to right even though that was hurtful. It was correct to return and finish the big book first. It was Monday, May 15, a birthday day of mine cousin who apologized that he didn’t execute his promise to arrive and he said that still wishes to do. I answered “three bottles of wine solaced me.” Certainly, I wasn’t offended. I was pleased by hearing from Sergey (that’s his name.) in the end that we must be more closer to each other – that was touching and the most important to hear for me. He absented in a town, which I visited in searching of luck with visa. In followed days, I made returns to editing of the big book, but that didn’t matter. I had only place for one text.
A place in journey, which I couldn’t visit. I made collection of them, but I still didn’t return to anywhere.
I could arrive in Le Mont-Saint-Michele by train from Rennes. And I could move straightly from Paris. Why did I find these variants later? I was moving with having information that it’s possible to reach without a car. Why didn’t I check properly and cancelled? Maybe, it was to the right? And it was indeed as I saw since then, because whole charm for me is come by a car. And I want to spend a night there. Probably, I saw why Le Mont-Saint-Michele was unreachable. Whether I should delay until I’ll get a driver license or find where possible to get an automobile without showing of aforementioned paper. I more wishful to a second variant.
I was leaving overnight place in Terni. A manager with some English asked me about visited sights. I said that amphitheater was closed. She asked on “duomo”. I didn’t understand, but, probably, should. The manager of apartments said it in English as “church” while actually it is “cathedral”. I gave negative answer what gave disappointed to her. I was supposed to say “next time”. Unfortunately, I didn’t express these words. Months later, I with curiosity knew that I was walking Terni’s cathedral devoted to Saint Mary of Assumption nearby. I speculated it’s a government building. It has attractive interior inside in marble everywhere, which decorated on floor and walls. Painting on ceiling are beautiful in how and what described and that remind magnificence of Botticelli’s works in Florence. Not usual. Maybe, for the next time. By the way, that journey enlightened me that the Italian words usually emphasis on the first syllable.
I got best circumstances. Learning of sources made me to find out Turin’s National Risorgimento Museum (I knew on it suddenly in mine Italian journey.) is the first museum devoted to Unification of Italy was opened in 1878, it contains the biggest collection of stuff of that time and considered as the most important. It looks logical by that Turin was a first capital in what will become as unification of Italy. It means that called as Museo Centrale del Risorgimento Italiano misinforms about as the main of all of them. I still would wish to visit it, but I continue to be distanced from Rome. I only come back if it will civilized. Revealed information with museums took out regret, which I had.
I never could deal with pathology. If it’s rotten, I say “it’s rotten”. Shivering old woman, which I witnessed in Perugia, wanted to cross a road and I have enough to be disgusted by an egghead man in Turin who can’t follow example of his likely wife by throwing cigarette’s butt into a trash can and he leaves it on a ground. I think about Dave from who rented rooms in his house, was a great soul and who was young and, unfortunately, left five years after my summer in America. He was smoking in premise, but did it until more people populated his house and he saw that he is only person who smokes and Dave became to do it outside. I was hoping on bus to Carsulae in almost empty station. A black man perceived for normality put his stuff on different benches and sit on upper part of one of it. Pair of young Italians came and made same sitting on other one bench.
Democracy is for responsible nations. Not everywhere the most of people can understand such simple. Big fines and cameras everywhere (I approve this thing if it is not in dictatorship.) for upbringing. Did I think about Singapore? Yes, it was in days. For begin my walking to getting of absolute freedom there. I rejected Singapore in a past, because this country isn’t of my soul. I have other look now and I put it to spare variants. Currently, I pack for another Italian journey after all. It will in twelve days. Why am I doing? Answers and I had a loud call to there for the last weeks.
