Today I woke up thinking of Giancarlo Abete, president of the FIGC. Giancarlo, after the splendours of youth, is no longer a piacione ... Every time I see him on TV (As happened last night at the pub at the disgusting Cyprus-Italy 2-1) I can not think of his yellow teeth and his breath from the Black Death. Having said that finally got my room in a house near one of the worst areas of Dublin.
The Knackers, kids are more or less dated that roam the streets with their overalls breaking the boxes to the people. The problem arises during the night, because they really steal money and assault people. You have to be very careful not to get in the way dark as what happened to poor Johan, the former roommate of the house in Seaview. Returning home after probably gave love to his girlfriend's German 200 kg has stumbled into unlucky a group of these kids. After taking a beating in the head, the kids have swiped the money and credit cards. In short the poor German remained a little 'more days to his room to recover, and then I am not able to enter the room from September 1. No problems, now they are inside. 
The house is spacious and I live with three girls, then why I know that I will become gay, two English and one Ecuadorian. All three are nice, we'll see how it's going to live together. 
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