E' stata una vera e propria odissea giungere in questo paese..
ma partiamo dal principio...
Dopo una notte insonne mi dirigei all'aereoporto di Linate in buon ora pronto per partire.
Un ultimo saluto ai genitori e via.si parte.
Sull'aereo per Londra feci amicizia con una tale Simona,rappresentante di aziende produttrici di soia,e di Michele,campione nazionale junior di Judo che vive da un anno a New York city.
Arrivati a Londra salutammo Simona arrivata a destinazione e ci apprestammo a cercare il check in della Virgin Airways per la coincidenza.
Purtroppo la sorpresa che non ci aspettavamo era che il volo per New York era gia' partito da 5 minuti...
Piu' di 200 persone che l'hanno presa in culo davanti al check in a sclerare....bestemmie di ogni tipo e di ogni lingua..
Gli addetti continuavano a ripetere di stare in "Stand by for the next plane ...
I took advantage to go for a drink at the pub the airport ... I 'I met 2 German girls named Christine and Cristyn ... Cris & Cris renamed for the occasion ....
Quite nice ... too bad that there were two teachers of religion .... Oh well '...
7 hours after arrival in London 'the famous plane!
Unfortunately all the aircraft after I had arrived late and all the people who had to take the connection had been discharged before the check-in.
really so many people!
The idea of \u200b\u200ba smart executive of Virgin, 'was to extract lots passengers could fly to New York as places not there was for all ... And I
'away with the mining ...
For each name were first extracted oaths and deep "Nooo" resignation followed by applause for the lucky ticket holder ...
After ten tickets released the employee to mention a name I heard in broken English ... "Anndrwea Kaforrsi"
And there 'screaming for joy seasoned with expletives general.
A quick greeting to all friends and stayed in London via plane. Destination New York!
You say no .... come on ... you've been through too much right now ...
and I tell you that we are only beginning ...
arrive over New York the pilot tells us that there is' a storm in progress della madonna e che in citta' e' in corso un black out generale...
Data l'ora tarda e la stanchezza generale,l'ufficio immigrazione di Boston sembrava piu' "l'ufficio profughi di guerra"
Il vostro amato si e' presentato in condizioni pietosi davanti allo sportello e dopo 2 domande generali lo sbirro di colore mi congedo' con uno "Statte Bono",ve lo giuro!
In seguito riuscii a passare anche la dogana per gli alimenti...lo sbirro bianco somigliante a Bill gates mi fece passare senza manco controllarmi...
la nduja di Rob era salva! (tipico salume calabbrese!)
(5 o'clock in the morning, airport Boston)
's finally 'finished .... maybe you say!
fact is that Boston's airport arrival 'an executive of Virgin combed everything and gave us a chance' to go to New York in Taxi ... all expenses paid.
ascended into the taxi with two Frenchmen named Cristy and Kool way to New York.
Poor Rob was waiting for hours at the airport and called him to tell him that I would come to "Fishkill" by taxi ... and them 'I collapsed into sleep more' deep.
I awakened in the middle of a parking lot of a McDonald's and the taxi driver asked me if I wanted a hamburger for breakfast ...
Ah! Perhaps you did not say ... but with all the taxi drivers in Boston and I 'happened to an Italian American ... anagrafe Nicole Cipollone, who immigrated from Pescara in '54 ...
I spoke with him only in Abruzzese dialect I've given them to relatives 'and some' I understand.
Anyway ... after turning down the burger of 7 in the morning I took an express and continuing the journey ...
4 hours of machine and here is the City!
immense, boundless, ever!
entered the North Bronx, with its typical houses from the ghetto before moving to Manhattan with all its splendor and its visual omnipotence
yellow taxis sped everywhere around us, Fifth Avenue, Broadway, the Empire .. but .. Oh well '... we'll talk about more' forward 'cause the journey is not' done!
After having accompanied two French Fucking, so 'dubbed by my friend guinea taxi driver asked me if I wanted to be accompanied by Rob Fishkill, given that Virgin had paid just to get to NY ...
I said yes' and I paid only the oil .... even if he did not want ... but it seemed right ...
Turn to New York in a cab in Boston with Nicolas Cipollone to speak in dialect Pescara ....
Normal ....
fact is that after two hours of journey (oh yes '... the United States are great!) Arrived at Fishkill at noon, they' Rob was waiting for us down the road.
After a hug and a glass of brandy and waved the driver went into the house ... The trip
'came to an end after less than 35 hours!
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