Locals on locals 25/06/09
Mio marito has had a big moan about how he gave up everything to come here to be badly treated by mafiosi and work with provincial staff who argue with customers and have nothing to say of interest. How there is no brain stimulation and no thanks. He tried to involve me in his decline, but I don't want to upset the effort I am making to get on with his family, his friends, the staff, and all the customers, nasty and otherwise who come here. It isn’t my country, there is a huge culture shock here of getting used to the total lack of rules and the parallel obscene rigidity about adhering to others, the bloodthirsty authority figures hounding us for fines and money, the ignorant people who snarl at us when we say they can’t smoke inside. I am putting up with all this, and I have NO ONE here, no friends, no family, no one to offload with. I usually find it easier to find interesting people to hang out with in new places. But here is an exception, plus there is a sense that you can’t tr...