@mad-runner

The final take-off of my passion By now even Bwin.com was close to me, I needed to broaden my poker horizons, and find sites, or rather, gaming platforms with which to compare myself and see what level my poker competence had reached ... I looked around for a while, and in the end the poker-room that seemed just cut to my needs was Full Tilt Poker, a very prestigious online poker-room, populated by many professional players, with a general level of play that was well suited to my type and game patterns, as several people, with whom I also played live, confirmed to me that I had good playing characteristics, on Full Tilt many players were level players, regular, so there it was a kind of mutual respect, I played seriously and so did a lot of them ... I did things in an extremely rational way, starting right from the textbook, starting with very low tournament buy-in, playing $ 1.2 per tournament, then progressively moving to $ 5 tournaments, and given the large number of participants, they were already tournaments that, arriving at the final table, ensured very interesting and profitable payments in case of placement ... And the results were not long in coming, some particularly prestigious final tables pushed me to reach the $ 10 tournaments, and here an absolute first position could win the astonishing sum of 10,000 dollars or more, so the matter was getting really interesting ... Those were the years in which I systematically played all the squads or almost, the computer always turned off around 3 or 4 in the morning, I got used to that rhythm, I was just over 40 years old, I still ran on foot at least 3-4 times a day. week, and my work allows me frequent breaks to catch up on any nocturnal poker extravagances, even considering a fact, that if I had made 4 it was certainly for a valid reason, and the valid reason was undoubtedly the achievement of a final table, as I've never played a lot of cash games, much preferring the regular tournament game mode ... I have many anecdotes to tell about that very particular period, in which everything was beautiful, new, interesting and stimulating, if I have to be honest, if I had more financial resources but above all if that site still existed, I could, given the very anomalous and unusual moment, to resume playing in that way too and Texas Hold'Em, Omaha, Razz, Stud and practically all the poker variants I know well enough, to the point that I can consider myself a variant of poker, but the .com sites have not been very long time more accessible from the Italian territory, and, moreover, Full Tilt.com has also failed, following a real upheaval, which has invested the world of online poker, if I remember correctly, the beauty of a decade ago , but about this particular moment, completely unforeseen and unexpected, I will talk to you in the near future, as I do not consider this the place to make a discussion of this kind, wanting to set the cutting of this article only in a different way ... I perfectly remember one evening, very special and unique, in which I played a tournament in a practically perfect way, to the point that, around 3 am, I reached the final table of a prestigious Full Tilt Poker tournament, it was a tournament with a buy- in of 20 dollars, with the possibility of re-buy (return up to a certain time by paying another stake), I made two returns, at the end of the carousel that tournament cost me, in total, 60 dollars, but in the end of everything how much, the game certainly was worth the candle, they were also moments in which there were always a few hundred dollars in my account, for one reason or another, so it wasn't a big problem to spend those amounts... Continue soon...

The definitive departure of the whole adventure It was a real explosion, the start of my adventure in the world of online poker, the passion was so high that I started reading the first publication written in Italian, which was called "Poker Sportivo". publicity, how high was the excitement for that game that was magnetizing and capturing my mind, and together with the monthly magazine also the first books arrived, at the end of my cognitive process I read 6 of them, and as my knowledge progressed came even the time to try their hand at tournaments with an entry fee of 5 dollars, were times when it didn't bother me too much to spend that amount, but, especially at the beginning of that journey, I almost immediately registered my first winnings, some substantial... I perfectly remember a Saturday night, more or less around this time, we were just before Easter, there was a tournament on Bwin.com costing just $ 50, it's called the European Championship or something very similar, more than 400 participants, for a first prize of over $ 6,000 for 1st place, seats paid just over 60, I played a decidedly good poker, and I found myself at the 2 final tables, when a wonderful pair of Queens arrived as personal cards, the level the blinds had become very high, so those cards really had a very high value, at that particular juncture of the tournament, we were precisely 13 in all, one player made a small raise, without thinking for a moment I immediately went all-in, everyone folded except the original raise, who called my all-in, he had few chips more than me, unfortunately when I saw his cards I knew it was going to be very tough ... A deadly pair of Kings, there were no surprises during the release of the 5 community cards, so I left the tournament with a win of about $ 300 or so, the adrenaline that that tournament had given me was really great, and I absolutely had no intention of stopping, considering the fact that appetite comes with eating ... I kept seeing recorded bets of poker tournaments that were held in major casinos around the world, I began to become familiar with a whole series of poker professionals, trying to assimilate even a little of their playing technique, and actually mine. level of play was good, because I put my heart and soul into what I was doing, I really wanted to break into that world that I was not even aware of until recently, the more time passed the more tournaments I did, and the more tournaments I did my ability was growing, it was time to leave the Bwin site, to try other poker rooms, more prestigious, more famous, I saw their clothing branded on the best gaming professionals, and I wanted to experience the thrill of sit at the online game table with any of them, I actually had that opportunity, when I signed up for two poker rooms in particular, the biggest ever at that time, Pokerstars.com and Full Tilt.com ...

The departure into the world of Texas Hold'Em... But how did my adventure in the world of Texas Hold'Em start? One evening I was zapping with the remote control, I was still a Sky subscriber, when I crossed a program, there were two gentlemen playing cards, a strange game, which I had never seen before, with a kind of dealer (who later I learned that he was called dealer) who alternately dealt cards to them, two each, with 5 cards in the middle, I followed intrigued all that bet, also waiting to know when the next one would be scheduled... There was also advertising for what I discovered was an online poker room, I don't remember the name well, but it doesn't matter, my debut in this world was not exactly one of the most idial... As I tried to access that specific site, my computer crashed, and I gradually lost control of its functionality, with the end result that I had caught a nice computer virus (just to stay in the field of damn viruses), 80 euros of expense and was removed by the programmer, but by now another virus, much more in-depth, had irremediably penetrated my brain... It was a period in which my financial resources were higher than current ones, I used to make bets online, on an international site, Bwin, when one evening I noticed that it had its own poker room, I also tried the access and it was much easier and more rewarding, in a few minutes I was already sitting at the table of my first, real online poker tournament... It was love at first sight, a passion that was gradually consolidating us more and more, the more time passed, the more my knowledge and competence increased in this very particular world, which before then I absolutely did not know existed...

A great passion of mine... I remember very well how my nick-name was born, after a consultation with a dear friend of mine, at the end of the carousel, mad-runner comes out, by pure chance... Why mad-runner? I have been a runner, actually, I have run for a long time, about 60,000 km in all, and still today I am trying to restart, and return, very lukewarmly, if not really in the world of running, at least in the world of those who are moving. , this for the second part of my nick-name, and mad why?? Simple, mad, because, on the contrary, I discovered a game of cards that has kidnapped in the past and attracted all my attention, to the point of making me, for some time, divert my attention from the world of running, from how strong, deep and very powerful was my passion for this game... Do you really want to know what it's called? Texas Hold'Em, for those of you who don't know it, is a variant of poker, defined by many as the "Cadillac of Poker", a game that has spread over the last 20, 30 years, with a real explosion starting since the 2000s, precisely in the year 2003, when at the World Series Of Poker, which are held every year in Las Vegas, a neophyte triumphs in the main event, which legend has it that he came from an online qualification tournament, costing just 39 dollars of registration, well, this man, who had a kind of predestination in his surname, was called Chris Moneymaker... He managed to win the tournament, and with it the conspicuous sum of more than 2 million dollars, becoming a sort of legend of this game, and symbolically giving way to what has been, for some time, a very strong movement, worldwide, capable of generating truly remarkable money shifts, both with live tournaments of all levels, and with online tournaments, with the birth of a whole series of poker-rooms, some of which have become a power of absolute level, such as for example the legendary PokerStars... Keep it going...

Because I like Splinterlands For more than a year I have been playing assiduously on Splinterlands, a game that travels on the Hive platform, a blogging site where I am divinely writing, I must say that I have not regretted having made this decision, and that the passion for Splinterlands has grown stronger... It was the first time I participated in a game of this type online, in the past I played (and still do sporadically still do) a lot of Texas Hold'Em, a variant of poker, I had received similar proposals to those of Splinterlands, almost as a joke I left in October 2019, attracted by the reviews of some of my colleagues at Hive... I immediately felt involved in Splinterlands, its gameplay mechanism, what it potentially offered, the Leagues, the Seasons, and everything it could generate in terms of interaction with other players, which is why, arrived at a certain point of my path on this gaming platform, I made a great decision, to invest the proceeds from the sale of some cryptocurrencies to further enhance my Deck of cards, creating the conditions to go up from League to League, arriving, after several ups and downs, to play, until the rules and game dynamics change, in the highest possible series, the prestigious Champions League I... Keep it going... The cover image was taken from Splinterlands game, I took a screenshot with my laptop...

Various Bitcoin discussions... Lately, and unquestionably, Bitcoin has come back in fashion, because thanks to various factors, it has arrived on everyone's lips... Elon Musk, a name that does not need any introduction, has carried out a great advertising action at various levels, fundamentally pumping its rise, its growth and in a sense its consolidation... I started again, talking about Bitcoin, at home, although I'm not a technician, I have the most knowledge, so I very mildly recommended a small investment, not me personally because I have no set aside funds, I turned to a person who has a small amount of money, let's say a few hundred euros, and I told him that, in my personal and very modest opinion, in a few years Bitcoin will break through the 100,000 dollar mark... The real problem that remains, and which will be difficult to undermine, is represented by the immateriality of cryptocurrencies in general, there is still a lot of mistrust and distrust towards them, which is slowly fading, but with a constant but almost imperceptible process, except for flames like the one a few days ago, when a bullish wind broke through, bringing this virtual economic world back to the fore... Do you know how the personal story of the potential small investment in cryptocurrencies turned out? At the present time postponed, nothing comes in my pocket, so I answer the question, but I absolutely do not want to be told that I pushed someone to invest in cryptocurrencies, they are only impressions and indications...

A long ride - A good recovery Let's clarify, I think I've never explicitly talked about the origin of my nickname, @ mad-runner, born almost by chance, but which goes very well with certain periods of my life, or with certain decisions, too. at the running level, which had implications that actually bordered on madness, or mad equal mad and runner equal runner, starting from the runner, about 60,000 km traveled in many years of amateur activity testify to the goodness of the affirmation, crazy, crazy also because I discovered a very strong passion for Texas Hold'Em, the poker-racing combination is very discordant on paper, and not easily conjugated, when one takes over the other. End of the digression, let's go back to the chronology of the running activity, resuming from the autumn of 1985, growing physical shape, nothing transcendental, but the first small decent results, the first races on the track in the spring-summer of the following year, the first chronometric results worthy of being reported, with the speed that began to approach 4 minutes per km, which could be maintained for about ten km on the road, while my performance on the track was much higher, the classic times on 5,000 meters and 10,000 meters were not they lied, they were from that summer on 17 and 49 on 5,000, while in the double distance I stopped the time trial on a 37 and 50, demonstrating that I could hold the 3 minutes and 47 seconds of pace for 10 km. These times as my personal bests held up for many years, thanks to the relative scarcity of races on the track, but also the fact that the absolute peak of my maximum performance occurred 8 years later. But the track was only a relatively close parenthesis, albeit an important one, because almost all of the common races took place on the road, even if the times on 5,000 and 10,000 meters raised in a certain sense the quality of a runner, not being able to be put in question, being by nature certified in the distance and not contestable, my 37 and 50 out of 10,000 that was, not a second more and not a second less. My first experience in another typical competition, which can always be played on the athletics track, also dates back to that period, the fascinating Ora in Pista, a race that consists in covering the maximum possible distance in exactly one hour in time available. For that debut I used to force myself on the time I had obtained on 10,000 meters, to immediately try to break down and conquer the 15 km wall, which represented a good distance, nothing particular, but "travel" at 4 minutes per km for one consecutive hour was the limit of the "decent" runner for that time (now doing 15 km per hour is considered a half phenomenon, given the general decline of the current level ....) Go on....

A long ride - Blessed maturity After participating in the second edition of the Rimini-San Marino there was a sad fact, one summer Sunday morning we didn't go for a run, it was very hot, my brother still went to do a training in the park but when he returned home an unwelcome awaited him surprise, which would have heavily conditioned his existence for several months ... Two police officers in uniform, with an immediate license withdrawal warrant, and the obligation to retake the driving test, following that fatal accident I mentioned a few months ago in other posts, a real low blow, I don't know who signed that restrictive measure, but caused not a few problems at work and sports level for my brother, as he was forced to be accompanied both at work and at running races, but while for what concerned the work commitments he was able to remedy good or bad, running races quickly became a serious problem ... Between the depression for the measure immediately (among other things, being innocent doubly painful ..), between the expressions of impatience of those who gave us a lift (ex-in-laws of shit ..), after a couple of races carried out in those conditions the desire to race went to be blessed, starting a fairly prolonged break because there was the unfortunate football parenthesis and the coming of age, so I was completely taken by the driving of the cars that happened to me, mainly that of my mother and my brother's. When a passion flows inside you, you can not pretend for a long time that it does not exist, and so, almost by chance, in the fall of 1985 I went to buy a pair of running shoes, resuming doing some training smoothly. From there to start attending the climate of running competitions again, the step was relatively short, the clearest memory I have is that of a characteristic race, of about fifteen km up and down the hills above Cesena, a decidedly challenging but full of charm, with arrival inside the mythical Hippodrome. My brother repeatedly offered to run beside me, after so much insistence I agreed, I understood that he cared particularly, very slow pace, the final time was just over an hour and 17 minutes, a step of about 5 minutes and 10 seconds per km, not bad to be in full competitive recovery, but definitely higher than the times of 4 years earlier, even if younger but more trained. By now the hatchet had been unearthed, there was nothing left to do but try to get back in shape, and retouch the personnel on some specific races, which had an indisputable fame and renown. Keep it going...

A long ride - Sore point You know, in the career of any athlete there are good times and less pleasant moments, today I want to talk to you about one of the very rare times in which I seriously risked retiring from a competition ... During the year of the first Rimini-San Marino I don't remember anything worthy of mention, so I go directly to the following year, always talking about the same event. One more year, more careful preparation, belief in one's own strength, I was sure of doing better than the previous year, so I started with warlike projects, memorizing in my mind the times of some intermediate steps obtained on the path. I immediately understood that something was wrong, I had 4 intermediate times in my head, spaced 5 km each, and already on the first pass I had the same time but I was very tired, on the second pass I was behind by about twenty seconds and at the third I was close to the minute, but the real problem had yet to manifest itself ... At 15 km the real climb began, and after only one km of roughness I felt the need to alternate walking with running, an unusual fact because the previous year I had always raced, the times immediately underwent a sharp rise, but the worst was characterized by the fact that fatigue attacked me heavily, to the point that if I had seen my father stopped on the course I would have got into the car, withdrawing from the race. Yes it was shown only once, disappeared from the start and never seen anywhere, perhaps it was a sign of fate, which wanted to temper and forge my resistance to negative stresses, in any case I had to lower my head and do the classic "Good face in a bad situation ", climbing slowly towards San Marino. The fourth and last part was already a clear sign of a deep coma, a delay of 12 minutes, and the passive rose to 23 minutes on the finish line, only managing to stay just under 3 hours in travel time, 2 hours and 57 minutes precisely, the only positive side was that I did not retire, to this day in the retreat box there is still a nice Zero, in my small and very modest palmares. A very fleeting smile appeared on my face as I crossed the finish line, nothing to do with the dazzling 32-tooth opening of the previous year, but I was in any case glad that the suffering was over, the sense of exhaustion that that competition left me lasted for a few days, even if the muscle recovery at that time was almost miraculous, but the slap was serious enough, so lend me a period of a good month in which I never passed the threshold of 22 km of daily travel, nor in race nor in training. Keep it going...

A long ride - Appetite comes with eating Filed the race on the sand, I don't remember particular situations until a new electrifying challenge, a further increase in maximum distance, I was constantly trying to push the level of distance covered a little further in a single race, a sort of game, and the first edition of an event, very fascinating on paper, suddenly appeared in my eyes, something more than the 20 km of the "Rimini-Riccione-Rimini", an equally hard route, but on asphalt, with a difference in height, of over 700 meters ....... "Rimini-San Marino" ... 25 km and 900 meters, we started from the historic center of Rimini to get to the top of San Marino, a good blow, it was not easy to convince my father to let me play that race, in the end I won, managing regularly to take the start. Midweek training had become a rule by now, I strengthened myself on that and on the fact that you were one year older, 14 years, compared to the previous challenging race, I felt ready for that undertaking, with the recklessness of my young age . The day of the race arrived, the first 15 km rose gently by about fifty meters in altitude overall, in the last 10 km the music changed significantly, the whole San Marino highway to go, then a false final plan of about 3 km with which skirted the rock of Mount Titano, to arrive in the Centro Studi area. I braked my impulse that I always had to do a fast start, checking the speed in the initial flat stretch, it was a serious race with correctly marked mileage along the route, almost an exception for those times, when the climb started I was still relatively fresh , and a little step after the other slowly the kilometers passed. Every 5 minutes I found my father on the sides of the path asking me if I was tired and wanted to retire, in response I always told him that everything was ok, and in fact it was so, so now every km I had that tax to pay, with his proposals to drop everything and get in the car. It was a real torture that constant man marking, only when the climb ended and there were about 3 km left my father disappeared, to finally wait for me at the finish, letting me enjoy that last part of the race in perfect solitude, at the finish I was greeted with a good amount of applause from the audience, I was the smallest runner registered in that competition, which regularly completed it, so I made, in a sense, a sensation. It took me a total of 2 hours and 34 minutes to complete it, definitely a good time analyzing the structure of the route, I was very satisfied with my undertaking, to the point that I immediately decided that the following year I would try again, with bellicose intentions to calmly tear down the wall of 2 hours and 30 minutes .... Keep it going...

A long ride - The first "tough" race Let's go back to "Rimini-Riccione-Rimini", which on paper (and not only ...) was a race to be taken absolutely with the springs, 20 km entirely on the beach were really quite a lot, at most I had done about fifteen up to that moment, with the aggravating circumstance of running on soft ground such as the shoreline, which would have further increased the difficulty of the race itself. To increase a hypothetical stakes, there was also a great rivalry between three pairs of brothers, where among the older ones my brother emerged, while among the younger ones, also thanks to the fact that I was the youngest of a couple of years, the needle of the balance was much more uncertain ... I was the most promising one, for the same years there would hardly have been a real comparison, but 2 years in the full age of development were not few, so a careful race strategy had to be studied, in order to turn the fortunes in my favor of the competition. The running event consisted of a round trip on the same stretch of about 10 km in one direction and the same distance for the return, I knew perfectly well that they would start off like a rocket, I knew my chickens well enough, so on the fateful day I saw them sprinting like springs, giving me a couple of hundred meters of gap in a few kilometers, I was sure they would have paid dearly, also in consideration of the fact that in my turn I had started quite fast. Said / done, just before the halfway point I took the first of the two "phenomena", which was floundering walking at a fast pace, as I hooked it up it tried to attach itself to my train, but a minute or so was enough to shake it off, analogous fate fell to the other, just ahead, in the same way. At the halfway point I looked at my watch, to calculate my advantage, in the meantime they had gathered, they looked at me with evident contempt, also telling me that I would burst, but about forty seconds had already passed when we touched each other symbolically, separated by the cord that flowed all the way, 40 seconds, plus another 40 at least that it would take them to reach the halfway point they did a minute and twenty seconds, at the speed we were traveling, about 5 minutes per km, they did at least 250 meters, to manage in the remaining 10 km. I gritted my teeth until the end, every now and then I turned around to check, but there was no trace of the "pair of aces", I closed the race with the remarkable (at least for me) time of one hour and 45 minutes, but the greatest pleasure was, as they had always done to me the few times they arrived in front of me, to go back on the path to visually check the detachment I had inflicted on it, 5 minutes were not enough, as they closed close to the hour and 54 minutes, 8 minutes abundant, what a satisfaction, especially for the arrogant proclamations they had made before the departure, even if they seemed to me from the beginning like miserable "fires in the pan ..." Keep it going

A long ride - The street runner The races followed one another, they were times in which the word training was not yet well known what it was, as it was only run on the occasion of the races, which had a multi-weekly frequency, especially in summer, when the Saturday-Sunday pairing was very frequent. , while on weekdays there were sometimes minority demonstrations in the evening, on the occasion of village festivals. Towards the spring of '79 I learned that the first edition of the "Rimini-Riccione-Rimini" would take place, a running event with a route entirely on the sea shore, round trip. Given the fair length of the test, 20 km, it was an opportunity, to better face it, to introduce for the first time a midweek training, to improve physical endurance. I also decided to change my running shoes, passing from a pair of Formsport, one of the companies that improvised themselves as manufacturers of sports shoes, to move to the unidentified "Big Smith", which sported, embroidered on the upper, a beautiful writing "made in USA". The leap in quality was evident, like the higher price, which went from 6,000 lire for the Formsport to 16,000 and 500 for the Big Smith, which actually looked like running shoes, with rear spoiler, circular studs for the entire sole, two densities and a breathable upper, vague forerunners of today's technical footwear. I was already able to travel about ten km in just under 50 minutes, thanks to mid-week training the timing was lowered by a few minutes, reaching almost 45 minutes net, time verified and achieved on a 2,000-meter ring measured with a measuring wheel . The certainty of the distance traveled was a problem that dragged on until the advent of satellite wrist detectors, as in foot races one often heard speeches like .... "Ahh, it will be at least 12 km ...", "No, no, it's not less than 13 ...", "For me they are a middle ground, 12.5 ...", these were the questions that hovered at the end of the competitions, there were few races with certified distance, for which everyone shot his sentence. Right from the start I was very reluctant to increase and abound on the distance traveled, thus avoiding falling into one of the paradoxes of the time, that of the classic "road runner". Who was this? An athlete, or pseudo-athlete, who performed higher on the road than on the athletics track. The motivation, in the vast majority of cases, was due to the fact that on the road the distance was difficult to detect, it was enough to assume a kilometer more and the averages would rise accordingly, while on the track you could not "cheat the cue", every lap 400 meters, indeed, often even a few more, because they are 400 running close behind the first lane, every centimeter more deviation, which in the long run became meters and tens of meters. Keep it going...

A long ride This is the summary of my past as an amateur athlete, I was a decent runner, who also took away some satisfaction, also considering the fact that in our times the performances I obtained decades ago would always be at an amateur level, even more tempting, I hope to do what you like... A long ride - The absolute debut As in all things, there is always a start, which in this case must be taken literally, because I will tell you about the first race ever in which I took part, now more than 40 years ago, a 5 km run on the sand , roundtrip. We can say that we were still at the dawn of running, the passion was great, even among the organizers, but the results from the practical side sometimes left a lot to be desired, as in the case of the race management staff, who became the protagonist of a gross error , so a second start had to be made, after something had gone wrong in the first. I was little more than a little boy, 12 years old, it was a completely new world for me, and a very special period, my brother was returning from serious problems, there was a need for a turning point in his life, starting a new sporting activity could be actually of help, and so he did, as a faithful little squire I joined. The paradox was that, probably due to the double start, in that first race, as there was no junior / chicks category, I beat my brother, I think it was the first and last time it happened, the so-called beginner's luck. The following Sunday we went inland, for a competition divided regularly between adults and chicks, which classically concerned the over 14 for the adult category and under 14 for the youth categories. I remember little and nothing of that race, as of several others that followed in that first year of activity, one of which I was most impressed, it was November, a notoriously rainy month, and that Sunday was no exception, a dense and annoying rain fell, almost a storm, until the last I did not know if I had competed, because my brother did not agree very much, knowing what our father would say, but in the end my obstinacy got the upper hand, bringing me to the starting line. It was raining "diolamandava", a few minutes still on the starting line were enough to soak the sportswear, so I competed all nice soaked. I placed 10th overall, this brilliant placement earned me the last prize in the category, a beautiful assorted box of pencil colors, at the time I liked drawing a lot (even now, but with much worse results), so the prize was very welcome. Sundays went by, the passion and attachment to running increased, the Sunday race became a fixed and essential event, I often competed among adults, there were very few checks at the time, so if I wanted to compare myself with the older ones, the fact it was tolerated and not forbidden as now. Keep it going...

Finally a decent day After a decidedly negative period of a few days, today I finally saw a little light in my day, which practically did not have any negative moments, I really needed this, even a happy clarification with a friend contributed, and not a little , to further improve the level of my endorphins ...

Days that are born like this... Life cannot always be roses and flowers, I am perfectly aware of this, but it cannot, constantly, make you appreciate something that is being born, and then in an instant close the door in your face, just while you are there smiling with the teeth all exposed, it hurts like hell, and it is absolutely not beautiful... I would like to have the strength and the courage not to be affected in the least by these events, but it is not always easy, because I tend to metabolize these situations, as proof of this fact I have a strong stomach ache, which I hope will pass as soon as possible but still remains, it was something that saddened me enormously...

A nice spread of cold Today is the second day of real cold in my area, the temperature has dropped badly, especially during the night, but in addition to the lower degrees, what is worsening the perception of the actual temperature a lot is this icy wind, which is there. keeping company... This morning I did a job of cleaning the stairs of condominiums, it was the first time that I have never taken off the windproof and rainproof jacket that I wear in the morning when I arrive at the first of the stairs that I have to clean, the icy currents that above all in the last building they blow seamlessly, they convinced me to keep the outer garment firmly on my body, and the advantages are so many really tangible...

Restrictions have arrived again... It was in the air that my region, Emilia-Romagna, ended up among those subject to the heaviest restrictions, and promptly from last Sunday we went from region to yellow zone (moderately contagious) to region to orange zone ( medium / high infections), with all the consequences of the case, the main one of which, as far as I'm concerned, is the total closure of bars and restaurants, so I find myself without the possibility of carrying out my primary job... We only hope that the Italian State does not turn its back on us, as there is still no type of indemnity in our favor, certainly, things can still change from one moment to another, but I would have preferred a greater consideration of the our category, that we are in close contact with closed product categories...

We just needed this... I have been absent from this pleasant platform for a few days, but something happened to me for the first time in my life, as I contracted the annoying conjunctivitis virus, I have been fighting for 2 weeks now, and slowly the way to recovery I'm seeing, finally... Tomorrow it will be just 2 weeks that I started giving my right eye the eye drops that the emergency room doctor prescribed for me, of course, it's much, much better, but I'm still not okay, because my vision at the present time is partially compromised, it is a temporary situation but it is quite disabling... To complete an already very problematic picture came the fact that, despite I have implemented all possible precautions, the conjunctivitis has been transmitted to my partner, who has already started administering the eye drops for two days, certainly will not reach my maximum levels of annoyance and discomfort, but in any case she too is complaining a lot about this fact...

I try to try my hand at writing an article again ... I want to briefly tell you what happened to me today, following a problem that has been dragging on for a few days... One eye, the right one, hurt so much, to the point that I suspected a kind of bruising, yesterday morning, Sunday, I went to a pharmacy, where they recommended antibiotic eye drops, this evening, after having put 4 doses of this medicine, I have not seen any benefits, so I went, in spite of myself, to the emergency room of my city, and I had a good luck, because only in a quarter of an hour the ophthalmologist visited me, finding a Acute viral conjunctivitis, 2 weeks of new eye drops and everything should pass, in a moment where the covid is attracting general attention, if nothing else, access to the ER was very quick ...

Surely there was, on this site that is proving to be really interesting, an innovation, because I am seeing several times what I think is a bot or something like that that keeps giving me this sort of gift, 1, 2, even 10 cents of a dollar of what I consider to all intents and purposes an upvote, finding myself with 27 cents in a day was really a great surprise, I'm continuing to talk about read.cash with whoever happens to me and with those who want to try something really valid, as I think your opportunity...

I have been away from read.cash for some time, the opportunities on the net are many and different, frankly for me writing in English is not easy, but it must also be said that this platform is, all in all, very valid under several points of view, as we can accumulate decent amounts of cryptocurrencies with a much lower commitment than many other platforms / sites, so, in addition to trying to resume posting on read.cash, I will also talk to other people about this platform...

Break due to the heat... It took me a little 'off guard, this heat wave that is progressively hitting my nation, although I must admit that as regards the area where I live, things are not so bad, as the action of the sea on which my city overlooks makes the general situation much more acceptable... This does not take away from the fact that at this precise moment, 10:30 am, we are still very close to 30 degrees, precisely 29, I am dripping sweat and I am looking forward to finishing some computer work to go to bed , a few months ago, during the bloody lock-down, I was able to keep up even after 2 am, before going to bed, now hardly past midnight, a good continuation of the day for you all...

I will never stop... Honestly, I'm sorry for a fact, maybe I have already said it, maybe not, I don't care much, because in any case I will develop this concept in a way that is different from what I may have done in the recent past... I am a little saddened by the fact that the most widespread language in the world, English, is not the one I speak fluently, I am forced to write in my language and trust the Google translator, who translates word for word, sometimes distorting the true meaning of the speeches that I would like to make... It is the price that I must, in a sense, pay for not having mastery of your language, I have not studied English in depth when I had the chance and now I find myself on this platform in a situation that sometimes becomes very uncomfortable, to the limit of unbearable... It may be just a sensation of mine, maybe I'm wrong, and it's a bit of a witch hunt, but I haven't completely understood some comments that have come to me, and I'm not sure that they were just harmless and good-natured, but , at the end of the carousel, I don't care much, I think I have never offended anyone and I have never violated any rules or regulations of this site, so I will continue to attend this platform whatever happens, but I would love that someday there was a fantastic site in my language and to see these people write in a language of non-mastery...

How much it hurts when you don't expect it... The advantage of being on a platform anonymously is that of being able to speak quite openly about situations that otherwise, if we were identifiable, we would not have the possibility to prefer even a syllable, being the concepts directly attributable to us... Having made this opportune premise, today I had a very bad and painful day, where I was attacked and accused at different levels, put on the defendants' bench when, following a circumstance that I considered positive, I would have expected quite another reaction from a person, I was wrong, I was damned wrong, I made a big mistake in evaluation, and now the chances of everything returning in a favorable perspective are reduced to a minimum, because a fuss made of selfishness and resentment has risen over everything, and the pain and the annoyance, psychophysically, you don't count...

One of the succulent plants in my garden... I don't have the classic green thumb, as for the care of the plants in general in our garden, another person essentially thinks about it, but succulent plants like this represent a pleasant exception, as I am their main custodian... I like them a lot, I constantly watch them try to identify their growth or the presence of any problems, but I must say that they enjoy, overall, excellent health, since for some time I have not known any defection in their ranks, so I enjoy , when I have the opportunity, their wonderful blooms...

I'm crossing my fingers and not only... Today a day that I could almost call historic, because a fact that, until yesterday, I thought was practically impossible, as it was outside my wildest expectations... It is not an economic matter, but it has a fundamental importance for my life, because when feelings are involved, situations are extremely delicate and often problematic, if I manage to move well the pawns that are of my relevance, my soul could finally find some peace and relief, which are events that have no real value, as priceless...

Variable time... Tonight there was a nice storm of wind in my part, which in the end, towards dawn, materialized in the fall of a light precipitation, with a few millimeters of rain, the photo I sent in this post refers this morning, when the weather already tended to be beautiful, even if a certain wind persisted which did not make staying at the sea very pleasant... We had decided to go, for the first time this year, to the sea, which was quite strange and unusual, for the current date, as we have always lived in a maritime city, confirming a very particular year the weather has failed and then restored to beauty, while making it difficult to stay on the beach, in fact we gave up, simply taking a walk on the shore of the sea, we enjoyed the show of kite-surfing enthusiasts, who thanks to the sustained wind and high waves even more than a meter had fun in evolutions and jumps out of the water even 4-5 meters, for the best among those present...

He had to do a lot of water... This evening, here in Italy and specifically in my area, it had to rain, not torrential rain but rain, and above all lower the temperature... At some point the clouds thickened in the sky, as you can see from the photo I sent, a nice fresh wind rose, which caused the internal temperature of our habituation to drop by more than 2 degrees, then, slowly, everything he came back, after having had twenty minutes in which it really seemed that a big storm was breaking out... Tomorrow a sunny day is expected, the rain had to fall until 7 am, but if it continues with this rhythm, perhaps the only thing that will occur is a small drop in temperature, too bad because a quick rain was not really bad...

Summer, hot summer It really seems that summer, with its heat, its high temperatures, has actually started, as it is, in a certain sense, logical and right that it is, because, as a saying goes, summer must be summer and l winter must be winter. The problem, strictly speaking, is that I endure winter much more easily than summer, the motivation is quite simple and intuitive, since if it is really cold in winter it is enough to cover yourself a little more, while in those sultry, torrid, hot days, how can we do it, take off our skin ?? No, we must keep our skin and the heat, of course, now there are such efficient air conditioners that reproduce an optimal climate in many situations, even if sometimes it would be better to live according to the rhythms of nature and the seasons....

Little mystery of languages​​... I address essentially, but not only, to people who are not native English speakers, but perhaps even those who are most familiar with the most common of languages ​​could answer my simple question, which I am also noticing in this way. marked... I write in Italian, my language, which develops a certain amount of letters and words, I don't know English very well, which unfortunately I didn't study as I should have (especially during compulsory school), so I write in Italian and alongside the Google translation appears more or less simultaneously... Well, here we come to the crucial point, the corresponding English translation of my thoughts written in Italian has a much more contained visual and effective development, in the sense that the lines they get from the translation in the English language are less than those made in Italian, I do not know the motivation, I can guarantee you that it is so, even in these sentences that I wrote in this post it happened, maybe some of you know the reason?? Maybe the English language manages to convey the concepts with fewer terms than the Italian language?? Or for what other reason?