Italy 2017
A travelogue
09/07/2017 – 22:36
The plane has landed.
This was an unconventional flight, reason being it took more than 3 hours to get from East Midlands to Treviso (a province 50 minutes away from Venice, on a good day).
Regardless, I’m here writing the first entry into this travelogue, meaning the flight was successful.
13/07/2017 – very late at night
FUCK YES MOTHERFUCKER!
I just received an email reply stating that I have been selected to be a freelance writer for a brand new online entertainment outlet called: Blacpire.com
Unfortunately, I don’t get paid for my pieces, but it doesn’t matter because at this stage I just want to gain as much experience – from a variety of professions – specifically journalistic based.
I’m just gonna head to bed now.
20/07/2017 – 20:03
“WE LIVE BABY!”
I’m now two weeks into my job at my aunts hotel (salary: $500/10 hours a week) and 4 pieces into my first journalistic job.
You’d think nepotism would be well and truly alive whilst I work for my aunt but NOPE! This is a Black East-African (Eritrean) Woman who was the first child in her family, the Woman who had to manoeuvre around potential sexual abuse attacks and kidnappings EVERYDAY on her way to and back from school, the Woman who helped her siblings, their partners and their children (the first being me) escape a brutal dictatorship (update: our country is still under a dictatorship). So as you can imagine she wasn’t going to let me sit around and get paid for doing shit-all.
Fortunately, the female to male ratio here is around 2:1, and because most of them are of a similar age and I can *just about* speak Italian everyday is a breeze.
29/07/2017 – 20:50
I’m still alive, lol.
When the summer holidays commenced I had no ideas I’d be this stressed. I’ve always been the type of person who would shrug off any form of stress or depression – not it’s easy but I’m just not in a privileged position where I can constantly state I’m depressed, thus I put effort in disregarding any form of mental instability. Honestly, it’s worked sublimely for the past 5 years or so, but these past few days are really getting to me.
Nonetheless, I’ve been writing a lot and that’s helped. Even writing for the local newspaper here, and that’s really it nothing too extravagant.
How did this turn into a therapy session?
28/07/2017 – 21:23
Last day
Today is quite an emotional day. It is my last day working at Gulliverlandia theme park.
My job consisted of me sitting down making sure people used the rides appropriately — it’s safe to say that, ironically, the adults were the ones who found it hard to adhere to this simple instruction.
02/08/2017 – 17:10
It’s my burfday!
I haven’t took to notice of my birthday since 2014, even though I’m 18 today it still is not a big deal.
I began the morning with an elongated stretch and a boner, drove my feet to the fridge and stood there, once again, captivated by nothing — real talk though what the fuck is up with our indecisive relationship with fridges?
Nonetheless, after a minute or so I managed to gather all the necessary ingredients to make my breakfast. I had a ‘tramezzini’ and some water, finished a piece about ‘The Carmichael Show’, went on my daily jog, and resorted back to the shower after, almost, two hours.
That’s it really…
16/08/2017 – 09:30
Time to head home
Today is my last day. It’s been fun, tiring, and cultural and I am thankful — just like I am for our soldiers in the Middle East fighting so that we can wake up every morning to sing the national anthem loooooooooooooool fuck outta here with that dumb shit.
Seriously, it’s has been a wonderful few weeks, having the opportunity to see the two individuals who helped insure that I’d have an opportunity at a better life than everyone else in my family, like being the first to attend a University — I’m starting this September madting — whilst also making a lot of money which will all be spent on things related to university life *sigh*.
Nonetheless, I managed to increase my body count by three, not much, but whatever.
