Those two nice guys..

Hey, its almost 4am. I still just cannot help loving these people out here. As I am ‘working’ on my sort of offline blog, and the nicest receptionist ever (yep, Sab, the old illiterate one, still don’t know Piero e Pietro?:) ) just pops in to ask how’s everything and having failed to explain him what exactly I am writing that it is just for fun, he still thinks I am into some serious studying. He brings an espresso, which of course would be rude to refuse but ─concerning the fact that I couldn’t refuse a friend’s invitation for a coffee yesterday at around 8pm either, and this is the very reason why I’m still awake─ I will surely just pour it into the sink after he leaves. Pietro is really like a second father to me and I’d bet for all the students living here.
And the beast one, Antonio (fa freddo! hope Hungarians remember this old tv ad) whistling U2’s With or Without You soo out of tune , and the way he tries to threaten us when we break some of the unwritten rules of the dorm, we just cannot help laughing at him. In addition, I am under the constant suspicion that he picks on me for some unknown reason. Even the fact that I shared my Fenistil and was always nice to him didn’t change his attitude towards me. Anyways he’s adorable with his sheet-white face, and all the rubbish pop music he listens to out-loud, of course.