I was today at the phone with a very nice girl from Milan, I never talked with before:
Mara: You’re Italian, aren’t you?
Me: (Yeah!) Yes, of course, why? (frightening)
Mara: No, no… Of course, you’re Italian, it’s very understandable from your name, but…
Mara: Well… You have a German accent…
Me: (Fuck!) Nooo! Why do you say that?!
Mara: It’s like you were a German who speaks very good Italian. But one can understand that you have some difficulties… Anyway, where are you originally from?
Mara: Oh, you’re not South Tyrolean either, then. Are you?
Ok, guys. I understood. I would then like to be totally German now. Since yesterday Italy doesn’t have a government anymore, as it happens almost yearly since it’s a (banana) republic. I don’t want to waste my time talking about a country I really despise: Italians deserve Berlusconi, they really do. They don’t even deserve the di.co, which are far away to be a real civil partnership: the government wrote a very catholic church-friendly law even if the Vatican will never approve any kind of those partnership.
I really want to be a German who speaks a very good Italian.