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It would be unfair to have been almost a month in Siberia and is not speak to the cold, especially since these days there's news of an Italy in "frost bitten" with "freezing temperatures" around -5 C.
I'll give me the cold ...

Let's start with the sad story of cows in Argentina.

THE SAD STORY OF COW ARGENTINA

There once was a cow named Julia who lived in the industrial northeast of Pampa and had hopes of a glorious future.
She was told that she could become a dairy cow for the Argentine Parmesan, which would go into production by 2008 and would compete with the Italian one, a bit like it had happened with the wines.
And then she ate the grass better to have the best milk, and in fact the milk was not bad so much that had been visiting some buyers of Parmalat, although for the moment we had not done anything.

But his efforts had an unexpected and fatal side-effect: his skin was beautiful, supple and thick jacket right for us.
It ended then slaughtered and turned into jackets for sale at a store of value in some of Buenos Aires boulevard.

Then, a couple of years ago, an Italian tourist went to the shop on the Boulevard of merit, looked at the window and said, "but, by, for once we do the homeless (and here is half that in Italy)" .
He entered the shop El Boyero and said:

- "Hello, I need a leather jacket to deal with real winters, Poles, Czechs and sometimes even those Latvians. Do not spare any expense. Do you have something on offer? "
- "Claro aims aqui"

jackets and took me to the ward where I fell in love with a skin that worked in hindsight I realized that it seemed old (due to the type of work).

- "This beautiful, it's hot?"
- "Oh! And 'even lined! "
- "But the winters Poles?"
- "Look, this is the use to capture seals in Patagonia"
And I took it. This . I think it was about 250 euros, not much for us in Italy, but still something of excellent quality.
And that was how Julia ended up on my shoulders and took me around the world.

Up in Siberia.

But let us:
A few days ago I wake up, look out the window and see a clear sky and tense.
I turn on the TV: -30 degrees.
Holy shit, right now I have to go to Akademgorodot find the boss.

I go to the company, I get in the car with the eloquent Misha and Darya, we pass the tundra and taiga with mosses and lichens, a bridge, a dam and arrive at Headquarters.

A sign marks electronically - 34 degrees and trembling from the cold.

We get out of the car, walk for five long minutes that make me a hard man not because of the character reinforced by the weather but by the simple freeze of all my bodily fluids, including plasma-forming cells of the skin.
Four Orthodox oaths to keep me awake and limped to the door of this building and gray square (which will not be beautiful, but inside is 25 degrees above zero).
Let the control of the KGB calling cards and various certificates in the elevator and go up.
I take my hat and gloves, I put them in your pocket and feel ".... Sssssstrap."

The sound of paper tearing.

I look at the pocket of the jacket and has a cut of 15 cm.
I took extra effort this morning to cut the butter for the bread, butter and jam!

Julia has betrayed me.
I can not believe it, what happened?

Then I realize: the cold. The hard skin which becomes brittle. The integration efforts of the hat.
Siberia to Argentina and I beat that for the next few weeks I'll have to bum who goes around with an old leather jacket and torn (no! seems old! And 'new!) And I know that every time someone I will explain the history of Argentina for nonchalantly let him know that I am not a bum, that is, yes, but this time I wanted to be ...

And to think they had told me before I came and I replied:
- "But no! I have a leather jacket that is not afraid of anyone. "
Fantozzi.

As there is in Italy? -5 Degrees?
But if the other day was -5 here and everything was happy and seemed to have arrived in the spring?
People even stopped to chat on the street and survived, walking floor window shopping and even some mini-skirt with no stalactites and stalagmites of ice.

I'll do I'll give me the cold!

PS
I apologize for not having deep and wise comments as usual, but I had to scrounge the wifi cafes to drink three killed my poetic spirit. If you want your daily dose of poetry go here where you talk about love.

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