Backpacker's life GOODBYE. Con gli scongiuri del caso.

Backpacker's life is made of Ups and Downs, usually the downs are called hangover in the morning, and ups are called beer in the evening. Sometimes ups are also meeting new people and sometimes also having sex with new people, without knowing the others name (it's not my case, i'm talkin like if I'm an Irish backpacker).

Sometimes Downs are leaving the people you have met, with wich you have had great times, sharing everything and gettin very closed.

Sometimes Downs comes when you are in a Limbo, when your savings account balance is falling down like you've got a hole in your wallet, when you don't have a job and you're not in the mood of lookin for one. When your body starts working like if it is 90 years old and you wake up tired and heavy. In that moment, at 9 in the morning, the only thing you would like is a beer, and get drunk. That's the very way to alcoolism, and it's nice.
But you still have a voice in your head (surrounded by a fuckin white noise) that tells you: "Come on mate, the last effort, if it doesn't work, give up, but do the very last one, before".

So you take your nuts with both hands and you tight, and you go askin for a job, everywhere and to everyone. I've been askin in a chinese restaurant, too, with no hope and knowing that is a slavery, there.
And at the end, I've found a freakin job, tomorrow I'll start, and we will see.

I'm again a worker, a cityworker.
Now the ups are when you meet new people and you know that it's not for a week, but for months, maybe; you can make stronger relationship and start building your family, made not by relatives but of people from all over the world.

And now I can drink as much beer as I want, without feelin like a useless backpacker.
But memento mori, and remember that the fruitpicking is always behind the corner.