Why English?

Very ofter there are people wondering why I decided to attend a course in Architecture completely in English, thinking that I am crazy.
The first reason is that I thought that Architecture was not the best field where i would have found a job easily after University. So I decided to distinguish myself having a further skill with respect to the other Italian architects, that was the one of learning English well.
The second one was because I wanted to improve my English. Actually it was not that bad, but the problem was that if you remain in your own country and you speak in English with people of your own nationality you'll never learn English properly. The reason is that they have your same accent and they probably could do your same mistakes. Then, the other problem is that if you can understand an Italian speaking English it doesn't mean that you will understand a Turkish speaking English or a Spanish speaking English or a mother tongue speaking English. You will have to train and get use to understand them and their pronunciation.
Probably I still do many mistakes while writing or speaking but if you don't try you'll never know and you'll never learn.

After one year and a half I can say that I am very proud of myself for having improved my English and for having had the courage of choosing this faculty in this language. And i am proud of myself because I was a bit racist - without knowing people of other nationalities or with different habits - two years ago. Now I am not any more. We guys have fun in the same way, we love the same food and we like the same stupid things.

Un mondo dentro noi.

Di mattina ho sonno, come penso tutti. Non mi metto mai mai mai a studiare sul treno, oggi però decido che c'è sempre una prima volta e allora tiro fuori i miei appunti e comincio a leggerli... Finché arriva un uomo sui 60, arriva sorridendo (simpatico, penso, poi non so perché ma le persone sopra i 50 mi ispirano sempre una certa fiducia), si siede di fronte a me, comincia a cantare nostalgia nostalgia canaglia, neanche ad alta voce (e penso di nuovo... ahah simpatico). Continuo a leggere i miei appunti, che improvvisamente stavano già diventando meno interessanti, perché io in cuor mio lo so che attiro solo casi umani, infatti il mio amico non mi delude. Parla da solo, a bassa voce, proprio fa dei discorsi, un po' guarda fuori dal finestrino, un po' davanti a lui, si guarda intorno, e mentre parla gesticola, sorride, ride, si stupisce, si imbarazza. C'è un mondo dentro ogni persona...
(No, alla fine continuo a non studiare.)