Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Working as a Freelance Sales Agent

My life became too chaotic in the last two years. As the president of Italian government Berlusconi said once: if you want to have a job, you have to create one for you, following his direction, I created a job for me. As a translator, I'm in contact with entrepreneurs both Russian and Italian. Both ask me to help them to find partners. This was the way I became a freelance sales agent.

This is a new job for me and I'm not too expert in it. But I offer a good service since I solve all the problems for all of them. As a person that speaks both languages and understands both mentalities, I can connect them in real time even if they are distant about 10000 km-s

So, if you do not see me i the internet and specially in my blogs in the last months, it's bacause I have very valid reason for it: I'm terribly busy and terribly tired.

Some weeks ago, when I turned in Italy from Russia, I had to began my work the same day -and so I helped one Russian entrepreneur to buy italian clothing in Italy. I had to wake up every day at 5 o'clock Can you understand all the horror of it? I never wake up earlier than at 8-8:30. It's the decades usage. All these days I turned home when the night was just covering the world wiwth it's soft wings... All the world except me... The next day had to begin at 5, too...

Now, when I have some days free from my tasks, I could give a look at my blogs that were regularly updated, once. I visited the places I lived years and years in. And... I felt luck of them in my today life. I was a free person in that period, with too much free time, and, oddly, I felt alone and thrown from the life. Now, I'm too busy. I can't sleep, I have not time for anything I like to do. I feel myself as a more realized woman. But... I'm not happy as I could imagne I'll be...

Poor God... There is no way to make humans happy in this world... Infact, everything we have, we are never never what we whant to have, to be...

But there is a very important event in our life: we have a baby now. :-)))) Here is he:


Friday, June 14, 2013

Strawberries - Sooo Fresh! Lolly and Liquor

Honestly,I do not understand, how is it possible that the English language does not distinguish these two fruits: strawberries wild and cultivated. Those are two different fruits with two different tastes. They have to grow as native in UK forests... Why they have not two different names???? I do not understand. My dictionaries say, both have the same name, strawberries...

Look here, those are similar but different fruits:

  Земляничка
«Земляничка» на Яндекс.Фотках


Well, in any case, if you like them, you can try these two recipes this summer:

1 ice lolly 

250 g of cultivated strawberries and 200 g of water whip together.
add juice of 1 lemon and 100 g of sugar (I would not add them)
leave it in the fridge for an hour
Than put it in the little forms, add sticks and put them in your freezer.

2 wild strawberries and cream liquor 

200 g water, 200 g sugar, 1 sp honey and cinnamon bring to boiling point. Make it cold.
filter and add to 200 g of wild strawberries. Gently mix them, cover with plastic and leave in fridge for a night.
Whip it and filter, than put the liquid in a sterile bottle, add alcohol 200 g and cover the bottle.
Cream and vanillin bring to boiling point. Make it cold.
Add it to strawberries in the bottle and plug the bottle.

ATTENTION! All the liquors with cream have to be conserved in fridge once opened and consumed as quickly as possible.


Wednesday, May 15, 2013

How Everything Changes in One Moment

 Life is a strange thing, did you notice it? You live years and years for a cause - than, suddenly, you understand that you were in a wrong place among the wrong persons, doing a wrong work...

You do not judge anybody, you do not want to change anything in that world, you do not suffer, too. You simply see a completely  outside of you reality that does not touch you in any way.

THAT is something like a family living in an other many-storied house. You know that they exist, you recognize them when you see them in the street. You maybe exchange bows with them. But they do not touch you. Even if you see a funeral train near that house, you only look at it one moment. It's something completely irrelevant for you.

Yes, this is the right word: irrelevant.

So, this is what happened to me some days ago. Suddenly, I understood the word I made part of for years is irrelevant for me. This was growing for time inside me. But I could not imagine that it will finish this way. I could imagine something very painful, a very difficult separation - in case I'll arrive at it. Because I could not even think that this cause can finish for me one day. I was an integral part of it.

I'm surprised to observe how I look at it - without feelings, without emotions, without a desire to resew this sprain.

Everything is finished in one moment. That world remained behind my shoulders. I'm in a field where there is nothing around me. The door is closed and I look around: all the directions are open.

Strange is that I have not any desire to look back. Any regret. Any wish to remain there.


Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Nice spring day makes the life a nirvana place

I'm sitting in my car for the closed gate of the public park of Nocera and waiting for my husband which is somewhere looking for a possibility to left his job and become a rentner. My husband is the oldest worler in his fanric, he workes for more than 40 years there but he can't lea e the job for every year new laws that obligue him to work 43 years. So, he has to work about 3 years more now. But till he is in the fabric, they can't take a new young worker and receive something good for it. So, they treat bad my husband to make him behave bad and to throw him out. The best part is that many workers who remaind home about 2 years before the pensionament remained without money. At all. The government decided they have not money to pay the pension to these poor beasts. And many of them prefered to die... It's grave, you understand. I do not want that my husband is in such situation. And me, too...

So, he went to a lawyer to spesk about this situation and I' sitting in the car waiting for him.

The garden is full of flowers now. And there are many children playing and sitting there. You think: what is special in it, so that I write about it here now? What is special in a simple public garden?

You are mot right ig you say so. This garden has only about 3 years. All these green places and beautiful streets with greenery and pathes for persons did not exist in all Campania. They say, those were investions of UE that transformed this region. And this is what we have thank Germans and others for.

The monumental gate for me is closed. The open only 2 of about 4 or 6 gates. Maybe, they are right, i don't know.

They created an other park not far from here. That park contains excavations of a Roman house and something else, too.

That park is closed. Maybe, they are right. Somebody could make something bad to himself or to others there.

So, I lile the zone where I live, now. They created a nice region, yes. And, here are the photos




Spring comes and we have many news

This is my first post from my cell and it' only to see how it works. But I have so many and excited ews! First of all is the egg of cloncurry parrots. They did it this morning in the most little "house" among about ten they could choose.

Than, we have 9 chickens of phoenix hens.

Than, whisteria began to flower.

So it's enough to control if I'll be able to post from here








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