I finally moved.
I say it's almost like having a child. Until you do, you can not know what kind of emotional turmoil you are getting. In two weeks I was about six times at Ikea, I saw the ten in the morning empty and deserted as the citadel of a sad decline in consumer empire. And I must say that in these circumstances, we can also see the romantic. But not on Saturday afternoon.
Once inside you will be engulfed in perpetual stream that flows from ten to twenty-two point exposure cases. And there are cocks. The path you have to do it all, even if you just take the handle of that drawer you have tragically forgotten the time before. And you do not even think about the path to the contrary because you find yourself in the wrong mosh of hours and then spend three times in the carpet department asking what is the most painless way to end your miserable existence. And then you better follow this perpetual stream which is composed of people of all backgrounds and all age groups, and this, let us say, by the whole aura of democratic justice in the end you realize that being a complete hoax. There are teenagers with their parents, teenage parents, immigrants, vadical scicche, old men, women, soldiers and spouses, bankers, trapeze artists, groups and alternative Ghei impaired children (oh no sorry, that was carletto), who walk together in peace and equality. The surprising thing is that this chameleon-stream when they enter all That have a confident smile on his face stupid, but towards the end of the exhibition, which begin to be seeing millions of pans, wok, columns di tappeti orientali e occidentali, stampe e copriletti, forchette, vasi e specchietti, si incominciano a notare anche i primi segni di cedimento collettivo, soprattutto tra le coppie. Ed ecco scorgo l'adorabile ed elegante mogliettina incontrata poco prima, che sibila amorevolmente qualcosa al marito tipo "non è quello il verde che va bene, lurida testa di cazzo". Un altro si prende un portadocumenti da ufficio e cerca di cambusarlo sotto la giacca, ma la moglie lo scopre e con un semplice sguardo torvo, uno di quegli sguardi che in passato deve avere mosso interi eserciti, glie lo fa rimettere a posto. E dopo che sei arrivato alla fine, dopo che hai discusso con un commesso incazzoso perchè non ti dava la minima attenzione, dopo che il commesso incazzoso has sent to that country, after two hours in a row to the case with cyclic old man who pretends to be stoned every ten minutes to get ahead, after the Postamat not take him after that until you smadonnato Postamat now takes after that you begin to feel that you are spotted armpits even if you have the vest, after you realize that your life is over and you do not like the idea to end it caresses you in its tragic certainty, after all this you come across in a cartel: Tired? Take a break. PIZZA FOR ONLY 99 CENT.
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