Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Stabilizer Weights Recurve

Luanda, Angola - 30/11/10 Dinner Multiethnic sea, skyline, sun, storm, calm, casino ...

Mamma mia, I have a lot to tell and I do not know where to start. This weekend was a celebration of events, talking with a colleague here we come to the conclusion that many things have happened to us in 3 days at a corner in his life ...
from Friday. The morning starts well: over a breakfast reception tells me very quietly that I had to pack in 5 min because I have moved because the insect that would guesthouse in on Saturday and Sunday ... panic. Flight room and tangling everything in my suitcase. In no time you say everything is fine and I leave for office. Workday quiet, no trouble, but then it's time for dinner: some say that dinner is served, due to the closure of sanitation in the restaurant where we go for lunch and so we walk. Once delivered there the whole building (which is a hotel where they also live the expatriate) without electricity! Next to the hotel is just a huge container from which the noise similar to a hum of a diesel generator in the building who does not want to hear from. Disaster. No dinner? Well, with great cheerfulness Sebastian meltinpot breeds of our group decided to go for dinner on the "Ilia", that chic on the waterfront of Luanda. The restaurant is called Caisdecuarto and it is fantastic. It 'pretty much a huge pier Leng covered with white tents and lit by candles. The people are all well dressed and prices correspond to what we suggest ... the view is very high.
Despite all sit down and order fish and beer (at least to save some beer;)). At the end we spend $ 70 per person ... but you eat, wonderful as well as the company.
just returned to Italy maybe put some pictures.
The next day we make an honest breakfast from $ 40 and go to the office.
Fa hot lunch and dinner in the same hotel and the evening ends with a cold beer sipped in the penthouse bar of the hotel with sea view. Superb.
finally arrived Sunday, the day where you have to realize the dream of the beach including a bathroom, and frying capirinha package ... let's start making around 10 Verna from the pier to take a "smuggler" who works for local ENI. Throughout the lagoon Luanda aboard a speedboat, spectacular landscape, seems a paradise: white sand beaches, thatched umbrellas, cerenghiti, palm trees ... wonderful. We arrive at your destination, the village is called Mossur or something, and we have a huge thatched umbrella with 3 wooden chairs with mattresses. Very cool. I can not wait to throw water in increments and then rapidly, 2 chat, travel and dive. What a life ... very hot water and a little salty but clouds on the horizon starting to look really threatening. From a distance you could see a sort of fog that covered everything and slowly headed in our direction and when we reached ...... we were completely overwhelmed by a veritable landslide of water that came from every direction, even from below because of an incredible wind. We did not have coverage unless quell'ombrellone, we raised the cushions of chairs for a little shelter on the skin because the water was bad, me and David in the midst of the pillows and the other (fucking crazy) because they are thrown into the sea ' water was hot. The risk of lightning came down into the sea was too high for me ... I preferred to remain "under cover" ...
After 2 hours the storm has ended with a drop in temperature of at least 6 or 7 degrees but the rain showed no signs of slowing down ... we called the smuggler and the rain has brought us back the pier with a stroke reckless over the waves of about one quarter now.
end there? No! We run the guesthouse completely "infrascicati" as soon as I enter the room with my great satisfaction (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) known that the maid had left the air conditioner to 15 degrees shot !!!!! Then I turn around and open the windows, jump in the shower and .... listen, listen .... drum roll ..... ...... ooooooooooooooooooooh THERE 'WATER! Excellent true? No shower and sink my friends ... no ... ok, casserole dish, in the evening thankfully everything is fine and even spend the night in the attic of the hotel, this time together. Walking towards the bus that would have given then guesthouse in a car and stopped a roll down the window saying "Albertoooooooo!":-o but who is?? It is the gentleman I had met on the plane first leg! CRAZY! In a city of 8 million people!! Ok,, greetings and so fast. Great day! GREAT DAY! : D
Monday and then we spent the evening to see the disintegration of the Barcelona SpecialOne now SpecialFive.
great satisfaction:-D
Tomorrow, last night in Luanda, the idea is to return to the famous restaurant called Cais De Cuatro found pictures on google. Spectacular, maybe even invite the ladies of the plane.
Ah, I forgot ... some casino work has happened .. mica are all fun and games here! ;) Optimism leads me to tell and remember only the good things .. but you sweat here! (Not only for the hot damn!: D)
soon ...
Rab

ps. I did not reread what I wrote, I am getting lazy as a corner ... I'm adjusting too well: D I apologize for any grammatical errors and not only: D. ciaoooooooooo

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Fire Emblem The Sword Of Seals English Rom

Luanda, Angola - 25/11/10 struggle continues and the platform.

Today at noon there was the "feast farewell "ENI of a manager who returns home after a year in Luanda. There was a lot of people from all over the world (but mostly Angolan) and was toasted with champagne.
These days we are trying to close all the open points of the system to entice the consumer to use the new system but it is like fighting the waves of the sea. The computers are slow and full of viruses and they almost want to blame me saying that the system does not work ... incredible. Ignorance really pushes people to create a reality that they do not necessarily correspond with the outside, but only matches their desires. Minkium if you do see that with my computer merdaglia this is because You keep saying that it is the fault of the system and not your computer?!?! Mannajaaaaa!

quiet day today, there was nothing particularly new except that Olga and Ilda (the two matrons) verametne did not want to do anything. I was in their office to urge them to do one thing and the phone ringing every two seconds Olga: When was the mother, when her aunt, when her daughter, once a friend .... but what a drag eh ! And the friend who stopped to hear .... and the boss also says that "since Olga? Now you touch lavorareeee! Eheh! "With a perfect accent in Milan, the big boss ...
However, I noticed that this lifestyle of "doing nothing" is very popular here. It seems that no one works, they are all around waiting for the day to end and restart the new one. Who knows what to expect ...

These days also a great doubt has crept into my brain, watching these people makes me think how wrong it is what we do. In essence, we come here because we need the oil. They do not. We let you take but in the here and install our "base", that we do something similar if not identical to the settlements: we build our houses, we build our hospitals, our restaurants, our cooks. Then we get around the barbed wire, guards, and we pay our staff here to do the waiters and renovate the rooms. It does not sound bad? I would not say but it looks like a sort of "soft slavery"? I watched them wandering in the street who walk between a house and another, drive the cars in Europe ... but there is a kind of dissonance. You see that you are accustomed to this way of life. The streets are full of garbage and everything is ruined, the city will be 20 years and no! 20 years! How could it all be destroyed? And 'cause this is not their natural way of living. This is what we have imposed and to which they have never been used, and this is so true that we now need to put barbed wire around our houses ... a way of saying "we have nothing to do with this ".... But what has all this out of tune .. and I'm sorry.

This evening I spent the entire dinner talking to another guy of Belluno working on oil rigs, he is here for nearly three years ago and 28 days and 28 here at home with 12-hour shifts. He told me on the platform of life and all stages of "exploration" in search of oil wells: the first anchor of the mobile platform at the beginning of the drilling and maintenance of submersible motors to 300m below the water level ... . is a chat was priceless. Really. I was open-mouthed for an hour ... This boy 'was in Libya, Congo, Nigeria, now in Angola, yet each takes 28 days and returns to his village in the Alps that stuff .. .. there is really a different world and even knows how many other worlds .. .

I'm too happy.
I go to bed to digest the emotional overload ... : D
Albe

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Is Lap-band Surgery Covered Under Ohip?

Luanda, Angola - 24/11/10 The dancing cop and Uncle Sam

Yesterday, I do not know how it is possible, I forgot to tell the scene of cigarettes on the way office-guesthouse.
There were 6 out of an SUV like those seen in the films of x-files when "get the FBI or the CIA." The fact is that we arrive at an intersection, the road is always clay, red, and there is a lot of traffic, the driver makes the beam and across the street I see a guy holding a huge bag, T-shirt red, cross the road doing slalom between the cars .. comes to our car and Mohamed, who sits on the right rear seat, sliding a shot by marines the hatch and began to ¾. He started whispering to the guy who puts in the hands of three cartons of Marlboro and other brand which I do not know, he's trim $ 1,000 Angolans and the boy begins to make a fuss who wants at least 1500. Mohamed (ex-marines who made the missions here in the jungles of Angola, about ten years ago, 2m 130kg ..... you know ...) says the 1200 take it or leave it, raising his voice. The boy gave, Mohamed Ali wins! : D
The boy pocketed the money and Mm takes home the sticks about 10 € a stick! Every day more and more immense this guy! To make matters worse, a colleague tells me that ENI has happened last week that fell one afternoon a shower (imagine what good can produce this in a city of 8 million people, no traffic lights, located in the subtropical zone, and roads made ground): a complete disaster. Traffic fully exmarines property and a car that starts to get nervous.
Result: the great wings out of the car and take matters in hand, began to pound on the hoods of cars moves all traffic gesticulating like a madman and screaming in Portuguese against anyone! It's a crazy (in a positive sense it)! So the shuttle goes for 100m, then crashes again (the next intersection), then all the car down and return to the guesthouse on foot ... I know that this scene was to be seen in the front row!
Ognimodo, this morning I had a beautiful thing, really can not believe it !!!!! Mm at one point says "Yooh guys, look at the cop .. "and we crossed an intersection where the center was a high pedestal about five feet above with a policeman with a whistle in his mouth, dancing and whistling beat !!!!!!!!! ! With 30 degrees and humidity soaring, it was dancing, laughing like crazy and everyone does what he said without saying anything!! I do not know if they were shooting a movie or if it was normal ... but to see the faces of the people around seemed very normal! It 'was amazing! If I can in the coming days I bring my camera and try to take it back!
The fact is that they are the first few days that I am here and I do not feel comfortable walking around with a camera photo ... I could probably be annoying. So first understand how the "scene of smoke and then maybe I launch.
However
really was an experience! Already I see him in Milan which is one thing ........ bah ....

at noon I went to lunch with Sita and another man arrived two days ago that Sam, originally from Mauritius, with American and European passports, who lives in Milan, but with Dutch nationality and Italian ex-wife based in London around that .... .... I miss your breath ... : D (a big shot for instance) but do very easy, very New York ...
We chatted a bit of everything as well as with Sita and I found that here where we have the office and guesthouse is the "downtown" or "oldtown" while he lives where he grew up and where Sita is the "Newtown". Every day it takes a couple of hours to twenty kilometers. Even after the roar of water was released last week by the office at 17:30 and arrived home at 22! Crazy, is the same thing that happens to us (in Italy) when they get 10cm of snow: all magically rimbecilliscono the street ... so I'm suggesting that Angola is not far from Italy ?!?!?! : D say .... maybe ... ;-) Anyway
Uncle Sam is someone who knows a lot and especially has a terrific American pronunciation. It 's a pleasure to hear him speak (as is MM Huston - Texas).

ok,, confessional moment. Right now I not reached the awareness of "why I am writing this diary": maybe I'm trying to correct the huge mistake made in Australia where I did not. It 's a real shame. After months, years, you take back wonderful stories and emotions experienced and the words might be able to keep alive the memory, as is happening to Australia, eventually lose the details that make the reality different from the dream. I also think that these thoughts may be more significant than a thousand photos that I could do at the same time, or maybe it's an omen.
ok,, go ahead. Tomorrow is another day.

'night guys!

Albe

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Can Nose Spray Make My Teeth Hurt?

Luanda, Angola - 23/11/10 - Nzuzi for president!

Today I finally started to get on with the job, I met Nzuzi A., master of the supplier and two other matrons buyers. Two giant women, funny. They give just the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing as good as those mothers-premium bread with many children playing around J (it's just an idea, actually do work fairly important) with desks flooded with papers, files and folders.
speak some Italian and some Portuguese English a little at the end .. we understand each other. Excellent! : D
morning talking with my colleagues told me about the finance side in ENI Nigeria, saying that the conditions of work and life are certainly better than those of Angola (excluding Iraq, clearly the idea ...): to be started from the comforts me worse, the "worst event" we are beyond good!
Even today in the same room of yesterday, today there is more mess, there are a lot of SUV parked in the courtyard and the guards continually broadcast radio.
This morning the driver has a different way, we passed some streets unpaved, narrow, and all two-way. We risked a couple of accidents, then at some point tried to make a U-turn but that's behind us down the window and politely asked (I swear, has hardly ever raised his voice) to go straight and turn "farther" (only because he had no desire to make it do the reverse). We looked at him, said an "ok", he did pass and did the reverse with all the naturalness of this world and at the risk of investing in second bike! : D great ... but the wonderful thing is that nobody has' pissed! Crazy! In Milan, a thing like that would surely end with a knife and stamped papers!
This afternoon I finally had to do with Nzuzi A. (For reasons of privacy is clearly not specific surname): The equivalent of a shaman brother Clarence Seedorf, with a face of more bad Bogarde and Davids put together (remember the old Milan ...) but as good as the bread .
fact is that by and knock, who knows what he was doing, he hits a bit with the keyboard and then welcomed me with very serious face. There were some problems and I called to urge those responsible to solve them, initially tried millemila apology saying that he had already done reminders, later proved to be a lie: D I do not believe, Nzuzi tell a lie! He looked like a child caught with his mouth smeared with chocolate and says she has not eaten him! : D: D fantastic!
But you imagine? A huge man, very bad trying to apologize to me! Ahahahahaah! Great Nzuzi, has earned my respect! In fact now I try on Facebook ..
In less than no time the darkest face became a smile and thanked me for the reminder .. did great!
is 18, invidiatemi: there is still high that the sun is shining and the air conditioner is still running (not really turn it off even at night ....). At 17:15 Sita greeted me and said "see you tomorrow" and he pretty much abandoned the ground floor of this set of the sequel to Resident Evil.

All quiet, the evening comes, we return to the guesthouse, dinner linguine with broccoli and sardines (a fable), fruit salad and mango mousse and rum ...... say no more ... hehe.

you tomorrow
Albe

Monday, November 22, 2010

I Like Watch My Wife Bang

Luanda, Angola - 22/11/10

breakfast, excellent, in guesthouse, chatting with four colleagues last night and go to the office. The road is a mess Hell Hell. There are no traffic lights, roundabouts, stop, give priority astronomical ... is a mess. A lot of people going (who knows where and who knows why) are all still very composed, there are many people who play horns or angry with another driver who perhaps had clipped the road.
In procurement office this morning there is none, are all the usual meeting on Monday morning. Now I'm here in a room with the ECC project manager, a Brianza Como-Calabria. Nice. This has made Norway, Congo, Angola, Norway, Kazakhstan and Pakistan and is quiet ..... .. well, maybe I am alarmed at all.
Today I am still nervous. Very ... I can not wait to pass me. I think it's anxiety. Anxiety and anxiety that everything is fine I walk the anxiety. Let's see. Torno all'SRM.
returned from lunch are much more relaxed.
We went to lunch in a building a few blocks from here, we made two steps among the natives. Is there really a lot of people. I saw three guys who tried to disassemble a drill with a giant mirror of an SUV, I discovered that the car, parked between the center and the edge of the road (of land), was officially "the mechanic" ...
I finally met Sita, Sita Ferras, an Angolan smiling big man in charge of procurement. I am presented as a colleague of Fabio and welcomed me like I was part of his family. Very Sita:-D so far I knew him only for "user charges".
Now I'm in an office floor, I have 2 window in the corner and I look out on the road. There's a lot of people working in this building (especially as guardians ...) and there is just as people around the street. But what do they do all day anyway?!

The day runs out everything remains unchanged, a constant rumor and andirievieni of scooters and guardians. Every time someone throws me a look in the room but it's just curiosity.
are quieter, so quiet so I go out on the street, do steps 4 and hit a building a block away ENI ... each building is a maze: we understand that everything here was done with a logic ... and if you want to have a big thing what do you do? take two different things and put them together to get something different ... just a beautiful tangle of corridors and doors. So is the building ENI IT!

Despite all I ask some guards and a receptionist who probably does not know what the reception and still make it. I find my colleagues. Bella Albe, this was an achievement.

Dinner okay, mohamed is a great .... when I told him the night before the party could be comparable to a huge beach party he replies that it was definitely a fantastic son of a bitch party .. . ahahahhah! mohamed great!

Also this day ended well. Less exciting ... fortunately the nervous system thanks .....

Goodnight everyone.

Albe


Mount And Blade Increase 32 Party

Luanda, Angola - 21/11/10

wonderful trip in first class, are from Malpensa to the 22 or so, there were a lot of buttons, I crushed one at random and dropped the booths with the side. It so happens that the gentleman, very nice (Alcatel) was going to Luanda, with the same flight.
E 'born just a kind of friendship in "bad" and we exchanged some opinions / advice. He has lived in Luanda for 18 years ....
The first part of the flight, that is to Dubai, has been well I would say it has flown. I had dinner with rice and tandoori chicken stew was a wonder ... accompanied by a wine I can not remember the brand but it was a red 2002. All delicious.
arrived in Dubai we became friends and together we made the duty free, without some photographs and breakfast in first class lounge. Surprise. Apart from the environment overly exclusive, I see a black lady who passed me with a lot of delegation of men in black that I teams ... mah ... that's who it is! E 'Condoleeza Rice! My mom can not believe it and dropped the "hangover" of Condoleezza appear here Rubens Barrichello, oh no we would stop. Photos. Rubens always great .... the best.
start afresh from Luanda to Dubai, I am sorry for not being able to take pictures during take-off from Dubai: the 800 skyscraper and scared, as well as the islands of the Bay of Dubai in the shape of world map. Everything is megagalattico here. Including the airport where no end in sight!
soon as I can get up, get my camera and there it is: the desert. The excitement fills my eyes with tears, I'm not kidding. An ocean of nothing with a lot of sand-colored giant waves. It 's a unique emotion. The streets that run between and around groups of houses broken geometrically distributed according perpendicular and closed in an area almost always square. It 's a unique emotion, it takes your breath away. I remain open-mouthed for an indefinite time and only when the eyes burn the air conditioning, I realize that I have not yet closed. It 'a show.
I fall asleep, nap, I open my eyes and it appears the Red Sea (Red Sea), between the Arabian Peninsula and the start of the African continent. The desert is now made of mountains and rocks in a maze totally inaccessible to man.
nap, here is green. Expanses of forests to no end, green green everywhere. Green, green, and some lakes here and there, behold, we flew over Lake Victoria ... and we arrived in Luanda.
ashore and we take a bus 30 years with a lot of Afro-Brazilian. 30 degrees and His Majesty the subtropical moisture.
Hot and sticky all over.
5 minutes to do the immigration and an hour to find the suitcase. Here, take it easy for just about anything. I leave the baggage area and look for the little man ENI.
Nothing, no.
BaseOne quite nervous I call for the "fear" of the foreign country, and for the 14h post-stress flight ... No one knows that I had to get it as I must stay here.
fact is that a couple of guys trying to abordar taxi drivers, who knows where I would take issue ... 20 min, heat stress, sweat, everything is sticky, here beside the column appears 'little man with chest ENI. The cavalry has arrived. I am getting on a 80 'toyota suv all battered and start the mini-tour through the city to get to "one guest house", a small fortress surrounded by barbed wire eni and armed guards. The city is a riot of color, children running, women with huge baskets of anything above the head that magically remain there, balanced perfectly stable all'ondeggiare of the walk. And 'the real Africa, the one you see in TV documentaries, that of peacekeeping missions. There are no tourists, no one goes around the city on your own if you are white. Here the difference is you. The eyes are friendly, others are imprisoned, others are scared ... is a mixture of people living day to day, you can see from the expressions. No runs, no ... but they all follow a direction, their.
Now I go to dinner. See you later.
very good dinner, pasta with eggplant and ricotta omelette. My colleagues are very nice, I met Mohamed American 2m 130kg: a character! Very nice, as well as others.
For now I'm a bit nervous, perhaps it is fear, insecurity. I hope you pass me soon.
There is an open-air nightclub just around my room, is pumping this afternoon. It 's like being in a box of bumper cars ... but they are cooked so that now I go to sleep.
Albe.