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Hi.
Or should I say "Good Evening"?
Good?
*** not good!
Today is a *** day.
And so was yesterday. After all.
I'm here in Italy and they say here food is important as God.
But You know, I can't understand what's so special about...
...that *** yellow stuff with boiling blood.
I mean...
It makes me sick.
*** Italy.
Sometimes it feels like you're eating a *** wig!
It's discussing.
It's discus. It's disgu...
Oh *** italian.
But.
Eh...
The truth is I've heard that in this *** country...
...they put cream on hot chocolate.
On hot chocolate.
Cream on hot chocolate.
Do you understand?
I know. It sounds strange but it's the truth.
It's the only thing I can stand about these ***.
It sounds like a good idea.
But you know what?
These sons of a beech don't want to give me my FUCKELLE cream.
Every *** bar says:
"No. We don't have cream!"
***, ***, ***.
I'm here two years and still no one has given me my *** cream.
Ah... I could GU to France.
No. I could go to France.
But.
But by now here I have a husband and...
...ch chi chindren ch.
Husband and Children.
And this girl with the red hair tried hard.
She tried to talk to me.
But I couldn't understand her.
She probably came from the north.
I'm not really good at reading dreams.
I'm not bad at hearing and understanding them, though.
So what do you think?
I do have an idea.
But I wouldn't want to frighten you.
But damn!
If you say this you just make me panic more!
Come on. Don't worry Doctor Frauchen.
It's just a dream.
Scientists say that dreams are just random deliriums in our mind.
Really?
No. I just wanted you to shut up.
I'm bad at telling lies.
I tell the truth immediately afterwards.
What does it mean? What am I supposed to do?
I've told you. It's too soon to talk.
The important thing is to dream the same dream again.
And how can I do that?
Easy.
You've got to scratch your right hand for exactly...
...seven minutes while you sing the french national anthem.
And I think it's enough now.
***. *** Italia. ***
*** you.
Wisdom is a piece of wood.
I've got it!
What the hell are you doing?
I'm sorry Mr. Signore
But I have no time for you and your Twable Gwames.
Excuse me??
Listen. I know who you are now, son of a ***.
I've understood who you are. You're not fooling me.
You've formed an alliance with one of them.
I'm sorry but even if your words do have sense, grammatically speaking.
I can't associate them with any event of my tangible experience.
Tangible experience. Eh?
Let's see if this rings the bell you've got where your brain's missing?
But what are these?
What are these?
You ask me what these are?
This is funny. He asks me what these are. Eh!
You're ridiculous.
Can't you see what these are?
I'm sorry I forgot my glasses.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Well. These are pills ok?
And so?
Damn! Don't you understand?
This video has no sense!