I have times like this… when my blogging streak seems to run dry.
 May be it’s because it’s June. When I was growing up in Italy, June was the month when school would end and it would soon get too hot to think…
Or may be it is because the 5th anniversary of my move to London is coming up…
This city and I have a very intimate way of getting along. I have written before about the sheer anonymity London sometimes projects. Like a cold, unforgiving wind. The secret is to stay in the moment… long enough until you become stronger than this sensation.
London is like my British friends whom I love so much. Strong emotions don’t come natural to this city, but you can always rely on its reassuring presence. It can endure anything and it will go on for ever.
 Sometimes I wonder just how local I have become, if at all…
I still detest the rain… so no hope there. However, I catch myself saying the word “lovely” a lot … and I am for ever apologizing…
You would agree… these must be clear signs.
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