the truth is so boring

On 12th July I came back from Cambridge, and looking back to that day I still feel kind of lost and proud. I thought I'd have cried on the train, on the plane, while greeting my friends. But I didn't. I read instead, a book about writing ("Bird by bird", by Anne Lamott) which a teacher of mine suggested to me.That was one of the best books I've ever read, maybe because it came at the right time in my life, who knows.
My latest English experience was with no doubts the best one I've ever had. I'm not sure whether I improved my English that much (if so, I've already forgotten too much of it!), but I can swear I learned a lot about myself and people around me. It was, above all, a human experience.
I met people from all over the world: South Korea, China, Turkey, Belgium, Hungary, Spain, Switzerland... Oh, and England, ahaha!
I saw people crying because I was leaving, others trying to hide their sadness, and each of those moments has been tender and heart rending at the same time (how sentimental! XD).

As soon as I came back to Italy, I angrily discovered that from 2008 on, a compulsory entry test has to be sat in order to enter my university. Cool. -_- Now I'm trying to focus my poor summer mind on history, law, geography and stuff. I'm also striving to find a single room in padova, the city where I'm going to live, but prices are high and rooms almost claustrophobic -_-

My conclusion is that before focusing on the PCE (proficiency certificate in English), I'll have to focus on myself and on my new start at the university. I will study International Relations and Human Rights. I feel scared, but at the same time I'm confident.
I know this is the right path to walk on.

i'll take with me a little piece of each one of you.

Anyway, things in Cambridge are going well.. more or less. Yesterday I really felt homesick.
Sometimes I feel I just don't belong to this youth, to these people I meet everyday, to their acting and lying to each other just to look better. I don't belong to their saturdays at the reagal, their dancing to non-melodies and their talking without any thinking.
I missed my friends, my people, my places, my smiles and laughters.
There are also moments in which I would never come back, but they don't last long.
Every time I'm on these journeys I feel the need for writing, but above all to meditate about myself... And on this subject I'd have loads and loads of things to say, but I never feel free to tell them. I've built thick walls to surround me, but if you pay some attention between these letters, maybe you'll be able to find a little window.
Or maybe not.

I'll try to summarise...

Serse asks Leonida to try and reach an agreement: Sparta in return for a spring/summer collection by Gucci, year 500 B.C.
Obviously Serse falls in love with Leonida (who wouldn't?) and asks him for a night of passion, but Leonida refuses: he hates piercings and men who put too much makeup on.
Serse gets terribly angry, and decrees that he'll not give Leonida any collection at all - no Gucci, no Dolce and Gabbana, no Cavalli. Nothing.
Leonida goes away, and then there's a short scene between two soldiers about farts ahahah

if only you could understand Italian.. and, above all, the north-eastern accent! But trust me, that was really funny!

Aaaahhh..