Saturday evening left the restaurant around 23:30, I get on the road from the pyramid to the Circus Maximus, I had not ever done!
some head f ** k or the City of Rome has seen fit to do a little guess !??!? a foot race!! you read correctly, a marathon, a marathon of the f ** k or evening on Saturday.
Then, imagine a Saturday evening in September, 23.30 Testaccio area, the panic, to do the marathon fighters have practically divided the city in two, not just once you arrive at the Circo Massimo (after two hours in a row) will did return back.
In other words, did you go around the death, because all the machines that came back wedging (after another hour of row) all back to the narrowing of the coliseum (restricted to work), creating a monstrous, gigantic traffic jam that blocked for hours throughout the area and all the thousands of people who thought of spending a night in joy, while they only spent one night in a row.
but it did not end there, managed to reach the c. Colombo, another panic! is because the marathon went well there, then imagine the line of those who were coming from outside Rome in the city.
In practice had been cut in half the city, and no way out.
Morality to go home (so I could now do just that) I had to take the ring road.
at two five minutes I was home, I put the headphones and I saw for the umpteenth time, the live DVD of Led Zeppelin.
prince fuck faster
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