the meaning of life - don't overdo

I planned and indeed started writing this post as quite philosophical, claiming that traveling for real - no turism -  is a good way to understand that what we take as eternal truths are nothing but a faded image of the world seen by a blind man from a tiny hole in a wall. This was going too far away though, and I'll keep it on paper, as I'm doing with much of the stuff. I may publish it all later on this blog.

 A CALL TO ARMS

Being an ex-erasmus in not only about erasmus: I shall now answer to my call to arms, or two actually:

-I believe I'm going to subscribe as an "erasmus buddy"; what does this mean? I'll be in charge of a drunkard asshole foreign student coming to Macerata, and help him finding his way -to the pub- in this completely weird country.

- There's a contest for ex-erasmus students, which involves using movie, photos, text and basically anything to explain their experience. My photos have been sucky and I have no recording (or 'footage') therefore I'll try to join with my diary.