I seem to be a little late.
So was the life of the last days, a constant run-time. A New York time, as everywhere, and without New York. Again.
Time is a finite resource, alas. Given that we humans need a certain amount of rest every time the sun returns to illuminate the same spot.
These days most of his classmates are showing. During the days of shooting have not seen those who have come on the set, those who stayed on the set, those on set did nothing if not explicitly required, but those so lazy so lazy that I hardly have made the effort to appear . So
of 18 that we (ah yes, we are now 4 more because a class was split and a piece there We stand upon the us) were just those with which it is worthwhile to work. The others tend to be uninterested, inattentive, or even worse, lazy.
I registered in the pool. The YMCA of Greater NY. A cool place. The pool is 25 meters. E '25-yard, and yes it is a measure of the cock.
25 yards are about 20 meters. There was space to make it bigger, just that they want it to do so. When I asked how far the bathtub and he "are 25 yards, 72 tanks have to do to make a mile ...
Now I want to see any swimmer to get this world to calculate the tanks in yards, bearing in mind that there are no 100-yard butterfly, or half mile style. And since then the water should be nautical miles. Or not?
So you understand that I do not appreciate the pool from 25 yards? yes, of course. However
goes well, the pool will damage the cabinet and towels, you just come with the costume and Ciavatta. There is also a sauna, but there are nude in the old and it inhibits me always when I'm about to enter.
The fact that I have joined the swimming pool does not mean he has more time. It means that I get home at 11:30 instead of at 9 o'clock after school, but I really do willingly.
Meanwhile at school are going to release the first short film. It will be horrible. But because it is the first and all the people I have worked if you were more inexperienced than me. Which is saying something, because I had never directed anything. So the writer was the first screenplay, the DP had never taken a camera in hand, the producer is Anglo-Chinese and started to prepare the spaghetti (in my opinion has a tendency farm), the gaffer did not even know the meaning of the word gaffer.
But the important thing was to go through the whole process, and we did it.
In the meantime, here there was Andre Rox. Big Andre!
We (me and Valeria) allowed to go inside to Joe's bar to hear 3 great Italian artists, then there are the a little merry around the big apple. And then I was a big help to try to set up this first project. E 'was great, back to me.
And nothing, then for the rest of the good things continue on track. Apart from the fact that I hate Ilmo with all my heart I miss you all very much. Ilmo no, you bastard. Eheheheheeh, you bastard.
This week in the "Italians in New York" Mattia is that all of you infront of everyone you know and Como also. Como? What did you say?
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