Dedaland

Life is keeping me busy!

<---- King of thorn, volume 1.

But these are days one can truly use to work and complaints about beurocracy!
I am trying to get paid, and it's been two years already, by this company who made me do translation and lettering work for comics and keeps telling me: we'll tell you more next week, for ages. After I sent them a letter from lawyer they asked me: could we please do this peacefully?
Peace ends with my patience. So I decided I'll be like a cat, stuck to their balls, for the next months until they decide to finally pay.

I am working on several new projects at the same time and let's keep the fingers crossed they will go well... as they should. Some of them are limping already and I suspect that as soon as we run out of time and we cannot spend anymore time waiting for answer we'll go into a much tougher crunch time!

I think waiting for an answer is the worst way to kill time so, while I wait, I do other things.
Will soon be launching a new website. Working on graphic adapation of sfx for Linebarrels of Iron and King of thorn... and read at night!
I am reading... I have to read more and spend less time on useless things.

Yesterday I went to Rome to collect a student work at the school I teach at. On the way there I traveled on the dirtiest train I had ever seen and the trainman was listening to a lady complaining about it... and he was showing her books and books filled with the things he finds wrong and he sends to the train company. Of course if even one of them were to be listened to there wouldn't be so many dirty and broken trains coming from Naples.
But of course since they come from Naples they don't care... most of the time they say: if people break it and make it dirty... yes... but you never cleaning are just the same a pig as they are.

On the way back I took a train that doesn't go to Naples. Clean, with air conditioning yes... but... it took it 22 minutes to leave the station. Most people, while waiting, got distressed... got off the train to smoke and suddenly the train shut the doors and left without an announcement... leaving them behind.
In Latina it almost didn't stop... it stop outside of the station and had to come back. Now Latina is a big city and a county capital... anyways... the trainman passes by and says all smiling: the driver was talking to his cellphone and forgot to stop.
I reached my home town with a 25 minuted delay (which is not very much seeing the usual standards) but it was not marked anywere.... I had not called my dad to tell him I was late he would have never guessed.

La vita mi tiene occupata...

.... e via dal web.
Sto lavorando all'adattamento grafico di Linebarrels e King of Thorn e contemporaneamente ad altri progetti che vanno chi più lento e chi più veloce.
Rincorro i creditori... che non mancano mai in questo maledettissimo Paese!
Leggo in francese al momento...
Cerco di capire quello che mi scrive la gente via email... chi si propone e poi sparisce... chi invece per ora mi fa andare piano e poi sicuramente mi farà scapicollare.
Non so nemmeno se riuscirò ad andare a Lucca Comics o a Romics... ma sarò in Sardegna il 7 Ottobre per una conferenza.
Ieri sono andata allo IED a recuperare i compiti di una studentessa che dovrà fare gli esami il 28 settembre... e ho viaggiato sui soliti sporchissimi treni provenienti da Napoli per i quali è inutile fare anche denuncia - a meno che non ci prendi la rogna e allora puoi far causa, ma questo è il Paese dove se non muore qualcuno, almeno, nessuno smuove il culo!
Al ritorno il treno bloccato sul binario non partiva.... dopo un po' (20 minuti circa) decide di partire senza avvisare e lascia sulla banchina la gente che era scesa e stava fumando!!! A Latina ha tirato dritto! (il macchinista era al telefonino e si è dimenticato di fermarsi - così ci ha detto il controllore, giulivamente) ed è dovuto tornare indietro... alla fine sono riuscita ad arrivare a casa ma il led della stazione non segnalava mica il ritardo di ben 25 minuti! Per fortuna che avevo avvertito mio padre del ritardo.

Tra ciò che vorrei fare e quello che questo Paese mi consente di fare c'è sempre un divario enorme... Solo io penso che porre limiti alle umane possibilità è come privare le persone della libertà?