1 MAY - Thursday

May 1 = Thursday = Labor Day = (_ Warsaw City Maps)

Dormiveglia In the morning I hear music coming from the street below, remember that today is Labor Day.
I am facing the window and actually a band, dressed in military uniform, Mazurka tunes and folk music and Szymanowski, many people listen to his hands and beat me dwell a few moments to observe this pleasant entertainment.


"Think about what it means to remember all the years, the occasion of May Day Labor Day. We note that the work is a right and a duty, reminds us that Peace is the work and when we are lacking the usual profiteers who exploit the hunger of whole masses of people for their speculation. The rights at work have cost blood and tears to the...




workers and now we are subtly removed gradually, and indifference in failing to understand, by the overwhelming meggioranza population, their infamous game. It sheds the wool over the eyes of the people making up a danger of immigration in our country of foreign workers, but guardandonese well to those who do not remove them can be used precisely in check their condition, often illegal and their needs Survival for a search of a better standard of living for themselves and their families, almost always thousands of km.
Our ancestors have known the despair of the lack of work and emigrated to millions around the world, we know the sacrifices the humiliations that have been exposed.
Young people especially Italians, who seem not to understand and do not receive this mechanism as they are mainly involved. It 'also the fault of those of my generation that has not been able to teach them that the work is an achievement that continues and no one giving us anything. "

The days are lengthening quickly and sunshine I rinfrancherà members, as the morning is still pretty cold.
In the living room are apparatus for breakfast three tables, I assume there are other guests. I sit down and eat with appetite, while in, from two pairs of young ladies and un'anziano, greeting, sit down you are the respective tables and also honor the excellent buffet that the house offers.
After breakfast, I know the elderly gentleman, a Scandinavian, who is in Warsaw for business, it had the morning free, it gives me by "Cicero" Guide for the city that knows enough, there were several times during the recent years, I accept with enthusiasm, given my absolute ignorance about the location of the artistic beauty of the city.
Let the whole morning and part of the afternoon, a monument to another, from historical places such as the way of memory, where there was the Ghetto Jew, the Royal Castle of the fourteenth century, the neoclassical Church of Saint Anne and many others yet.
I see many carriages, similar to those of our city, decorated with corollas of flowers, which trotterellando, take tourists around the streets of the capital.
Meanwhile, we also found time to make a snack at a local market square, we ate: Salata Sledzia ze, (herring salad) with dill, beetroot, onions, apples and various seasonings.
Let us return to housing, I rest for a bit, because he has to go and treat the business.
I fall asleep on the bed dressed, when I wake up are the 23 Having rested more than enough, I start on the street to spend the evening in full form.
Before leaving, the landlord warned me, not to drink in public, but only because the premises is prohibited and punishable by a fine or even arrest, thank him, including whether it would be the last thing I would do it, since they are almost teetotalers.
I go out and start the subway station to bring in Nowy Swiat, I have no desire to move in the car, tuttalpiù use a taxi for the return.
The street where I go is full of rooms of all kinds, cafes, shops, high fashion, etc. Son already past 24, I am going to come into a room with several different environments and opportunities for choice, see: night clubs, pubs , disco, I see a little bit of everything to be able to understand where to spend a couple of hours, a few euros worth the chance to choose the best, but the result is that it does not offer anything special.
Already one of the night and yet I have not found anything that attracts my attention. Put in a night to see the usual pretty girls, as I like them, are not the purpose of my trip.
While I decide what to do, a handful of people about 40/50 years of age, of both sexes, are walking in the street merrily, looking at shop windows, especially girls, in women's clothing.
Cruisers with them, a lady of the group stopped asking me information for a place that I do not remember now, I realize that tourists are Spanish and I wish to inform you, that being an Italian tourism, have no knowledge of Warsaw.
In short, I am affiliated to the company and am aware of the purpose of their journey, they are part of a symphony orchestra and in Poland, the anniversary date of 1 May, taking part in a concert performing music of Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin in Zelazowa Wola, a city that gave them birth.
We end the evening exchanging kisses and hugs as if we were old friends. These are meetings that leave open the minds and hearts to the hope that people in any country and culture they belong to, and may be able to live in peace and joy.
É 'tardissimo back to my accommodation and I sleep like a child, doing so many wonderful dreams.

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