In 2010, I moved to Milan. I had already been to Italy several times but always as a tourist or within my family. During one year, I stayed with Erasmus people and observed the Italians from the outside. When I finished school, I started hanging out with Italians and even moved in with one. I suddenly discover another world… I changed from the icy girl that could not stand “the Italian noisy/maccho behaviour” to the girl actually enjoying everyday their "bizarreries". I decided that I should share my experience with non Italians.

This is how it starts….

NB: I would like to mention that even if sometimes I’m a bit sharp and sarcastic, it’s more a way of emphasizing how I ve been surprised by the difference of culture. Being not Italian, you will probably always be in a cultural learning process; but the only thing that I know, now that I'm back to France, each time I hear some Italians speaking, I think it's like singing and that they're performing a show, the show of living, which makes me immediately smile...

Monday, November 21, 2011

Leaving Italy: one of those morning moments...


This morning, still in my “Im leaving Milan soon” mindset, I had the most amazing walk. In 10 min, I saw a guy staring at me (from the tits to the butt), a old lady wearing fur coat  and carrying  her fashion tiny chiwawa dog  (yes we can kill mink but dogs are like babies..), a guy checking that the chrome of his motorbike was OK, after his girlfriend fell while trying to jump on it (why should we check if the girl is ok too ?…). I arrived then at the level of road works, there the 5 working men were working while watching all the girls going around. I thought, this is amazing, this is I.T.A.L.Y. Even if I have to be honest, cause I probably never paid so much attention in my own country, the fact that it’s striking me even after 2 years, means the overall culture is different. Italy is like a SHOW (for people like the French)… And either you  laugh about it or you hate it….

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