Pizza Evening in Rome. San Lorenzo Student Quarter
Pizza Evening in Rome
In return for attending Italian lessons and labouring tirelessly for the school I get free pizza and wine every couple of weeks. Such is the hardship of life in Italy, where the youth, unable to find jobs, will work for 6 months unpaid, and the rest are called ‘Bamboccioni’ (or lazy) by the politicians, while the students protest the lack of jobs.
Actually, that’s not the case for those of us from the wealthier northern Europe, where we heat our homes sufficiently, and drive in cars instead of these interminable scooters that Italians are so fond of. I jest (joke), of course.
This evening at the pizzeria everybody decided to speak Italian all the time. Perhaps that’s due to the large encapment of Germans at the moment who have annexed the school, and who, in the name of efficiency, wish to spend every moment advancing their Italian.
It is my mission to promote the spread of English in this most secure bastion of la lingua italiana – . Many students have benefited from my native tongue and masterful grasp of the English language.
