Rome. Week3.

Tiring but still smiling & Vogue shock.

I got cold. Since there is no exact word in english for "katar", as it is in polish, then I explain it: is/was a kind of cold when your nose is aching, head is two times heavier and eyes are crying without the permission. Today is better. I will call this week a weather week. Because, unexpectedly, surprisingly and without notice it started to rain. I like notice. I need notice. I have lazy habit of having expectations about weather. Since nothing explicitly interesting is happening this week, except my improvement of italian, boring discoveries of goods in shops, continuity of searching which museum to visit, which brunch cafe to visit (finally I have to do a bit of glamour hipster lifestyle), well, except this nothing much really is hapening so I choosed the "weather" theme for this week.
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Oh, maybe one crucial thing happened: I bought a fashion magazine ! And: I am dissapointed by the very Vogue Italia, march edition itself. What a disaster: I paid 5 euros for 4,00 cm thick piece and all I received was 3,50 cm thick commercials in pictures and 0,50 cm of the content that looked like non commercial text+photos. Dear Vogue, please return me my precious 5 euro, plus the cost of effort, cost of transport (heavy) and cost of lost hope that I will never get back!!! And also you could pay me for looking at this all ads, in a despair, waiting for some worthy content!
What happened to the fashion world? What are you guys doing there in Vogue Italia?!!!??? Eating brunch with marketing department? Come on! Don`t be such loosers. Let me belive in you! Knock knock! Anyone`s there?