little example: I write this post because many people, lately, are asking me how I am in the fashion capital.
Milan is a city of strange rhythms.
Milan beautiful, in my opinion.
is a busy city, gray, noisy. People tend to not look at you when you move: do not care who you are. You're just one of many in the crowd, nothing more. You are always on the run from morning to evening. And time can flow faster than your biological rhythm, anyway.
It's behind you at the time.
It's a constant race of the two, you or him, is faster. But it is a lost race.
So you might as well resign at the start, and continue to live without too nervous. Because this is the fundamental problem: the people here are nervous. But it is normal: Milan is a city hard. If you are not suitable if you do not have the armor right: She crushes you in less than five minutes.
is a military camp, Milan.
In reality, however, there it can spread on him. It is not that difficult if you are good to look beyond.
is a really beautiful city. Full of beautiful things and beautiful people. Full of stimuli, of lights, colorful things. But you have to grasp them, because here there is no appearance: there is substance. There is truth.
There is nothing gentle in his nature cold and mechanical, nothing. There is nothing funny, there is only honesty in Milan. It is an unpretentious town that basically worked. Has its own rules as any reality. Overall, I find it really nice and rewarding to live here, but certainly not easy.
So, in conclusion: Milan is just one of many realities, but if you do not have character, I do not recommend taking this route.
Milano is made for people who really want to do.
Ps this is my first blog post on the thirtieth then I open and close shortly thereafter. We'll see how we stand on this page. Adieu!
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