
The man who sleep in the left side of my sketch book is Giuseppe di Monferrato.
I was travelling with the train between Lyon and Milan, and I was bored of my way of drawing, of the inexestant ideas in my head. I took my pencil ( a mine pencil 0.4 Bic), I saw him and I began to write of what I imagine what he does how is and so on.
Than I just draw him, in 10 minutes I ve finished and was quite pleased from my sketch of him. Normally I draw with marker pens , things with ink, and I dont know why I never had fun by drawing with pencil. This time I was happy. And I met him, he was in pension ( I think he was about 60 y.o.) but before he worked in the Ferrovie Italiane as a engineer,he had just visited his big son in Clermont Ferrand who open a pizzeria in a little village. Giuseppe loved to fish, but not all kind of fishes, just trout, brook trout or lake trout. He explained me all the kind of the trout that he knew and how difficult it was, but he enjoyed a lot. He gave me two Benagol (candy for the troath) and a lot of chocolate with caramel because he has too much.
He was almost like my desription, a nice man.
In turin was gone, and then I arrived in Milan, it was really hot and I thout I was in ciudad del Mexico. I had liked to be in Mexico, but I was just in Milan and the day after I was happy to go away.
A good friend of mine is now really in Ciudad del Mexico and he does a stage, he write every day in his blog http://alfredoenmexico.over-blog.com/ , hes doing a stage in a graphic office. The last time I saw him in Berlin, we were really drunk, after i said him good bye I took my green bycle, in the way back home I realized how much pastise I had in my body, I just fell down like a bag of potaotes.
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