All those who tell the story consumed in recent weeks remain in awe and disbelief. I think anyone would think the same.
all began quite a Monday in mid-November when I sent a text message to my roommate indigenous to warn my girlfriend that day, and for the next four, was at home as my guest. All hell broke loose! What at first seemed a simple exchange of text messages has, in the late evening, turned into a heated debate with the whole family. Yes, mom and dad natives who call me at dinner, incidents in which angry and outraged by the presence of a girl in the house only to students where their daughter lives. Poor soul embarrassed and humiliated, and touched so distraught from the event mother who has unleashed an inability to align and form a 5 word sentence makes sense.
not repeat the phrases that I had to feel outrage over the phone, before the Lord and then by the Lord, if not accused me of creating a brothel. But how? It 's my girlfriend who comes to visit once a month. "No," she says, "to empty the jewelry go out of the house" ... and from there is the beautiful game discussion.
Moral of the story. The offense for hosting my girlfriend was so heavy that they had to leave the house by the objects of the poor angel outvoted, take away the washing machine (it owns) and even the beds in my room (it owns). Almost half of the house, we discovered, had furnished them ... Anyway I am still thrilled at the reaction and especially by the desire to make a great wrong to me! I still wonder what the purpose but I have the feeling that they thought that I had to marry his daughter ... Mysteries of the minds of Friuli.