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Eleven hours

A lle undici e mezzo sul ponte 5 della Trinacria finalmente hanno spento le luci. Sdraiato comodamente sui divani della nave, come ogni volta, cerco di prendere un po’ di sonno, tra le voci dei camionisti catanesi eternamente in viaggio, il tintinnio sordo della slot machine e il motore rimbombante che segna il lento avanzare lungo la costiera amalfitana.

Undici ore di viaggio per raggiungere da Naples port of Catania, a whole night so long as it is comfortable. Other than Trenitalia, as always loses the comparison in all areas: higher prices, more dirt, less security, not sleeping, and who on and so forth.
No, the now famous TTT Lines - one is made, Napoli-Catania - is the ideal way to get home.

Eleven hours heuristically useful. To loosen the clear separation between different lives, different worlds, different universes, parallel. To abandon the mindset Neapolitan and closer to that of Catania. Since
things changed returns to the beloved Sicily have declined dramatically. Napoli takes the features of Venice, at least in the frequency of returns, and at once ex that separates it from Catania. And my mind to think reaccustom parallel. Just as it is easier to do.
Step Back? No, when complex, twisted, surreal at times. Very, very different from Venice. And the almost inevitable consequences.

We therefore prepared. To embrace the whole family, gathered for a Christmas never repetitive. To live as peacefully as possible and maintain friendships delicate situations of precarious balance. And try to spend New Year with good people recently too important.

Merry Christmas to all.