A bientôt! As you may have guessed my four readers, To the eye of a ego is about to end his short life. No tears, come on. Sooner or later it had to happen today to you tomorrow for me, are always the best that they go away ... and so on. I write this last post to say goodbye to those who faithfully followed me (or even unfaithful, I'm not a jealous type) in these two years. My first post is dated September 8, 2006 and tells the story of when I began my civil service culture with a rake in his hand. That nostalgia. Who would have thought I could feel nostalgia for a rake? Yet the past has this incredible feature to have a fascination with the mere fact of being past. Now that I am in my life three hundred kilometers from Turin, always in doubt whether to return or continue to move east, even then I could not bear what has a sweetness all its own.
To the eye of an ego closes. Do not delete the blog, because you never know that someone walking here by accident looking for news on the civil service or Filippo Bellissima (which recently published a leaflet, an extraordinary piece: written in May, with great foresight already alluded to the fragility of our financial system). The old posts will remain here, but I do not write any more. A bit 'for technical reasons (since I moved I lost my adsl at home and connect to the Internet involves awkward movements), a little' because the blog has finished its function. He had to tell a transitional phase of my life started when I introduced into the dark world of those who agree to do something they do not like in exchange for a fixed pay, and continued in the small town in the mountains where I come to seek to understand something about me (and, who are already here, to also take a degree in philosophy). There, now that phase Transition is over. I do not know why (yes indeed, but it would be long and tedious), but I know it's over. Not that I've finished passing to charity. I would even venture to say that my life is, from an existential point of view, a long transhumance. But now I'm in another transition that I will express it another way and in other forms.
Thanks for your patience with my four readers.