When the day of change comes

First time, probably since 1995, that I put gel on my hair...
Oh boy, my stay in the wonderful Ukraine really must have changed me!

I miss Kiev so much, I miss hearing russian everywhere, I miss feeling a foreigner, and I miss the privacy, the spiritual privacy that only a place in which you really have to do lots of efforts to understand conversations can grant.
Here in Italy, the most shocking news to me (apart from the girls being ugly :D is the fact that I naturally understand everything, even faint conversations in the background...
Seems like I can never be alone with my thoughts, for there's always something around distracting me... nonsense conversations, quarrels, advertisings...

It is *so* bad being home again.
Sigh.

But at least I changed my hair, in a desperate attempt to look younger and beautiful :D