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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

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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