MnSpring wrote on 11/18/15 at 18:00:28:Posted by: mpescatori
Where is the problem? Why do you compare them to "giving a dog a treat"?
Let me put this simpler:
If NO one can hear you,
as to what you say.
And what you say, is meant to make,
the people that, ‘would’ hear you,
but cannot. Feel better.
And you say it anyway.
Then saying that, ‘ONLY”, makes, ‘YOU’, feel better.
So when I say, ‘Feed the Dog Treats’, for NO Benefit,
EXCEPT to make, ‘YOU”, feel good
Perhaps you understand it now.
Posted by: mpescatori
Why don't you come and visit ?
Yep, been their. early 70’s. Got off the train in Rome.
I had not walked 4 steps, when two young ladies, grabbed each side of my arms, and started walking off with me.
Coming off the train, at 6’.3”, Blond, Blue eyes, wearing a, quilted down jacket, a knapsack, tennis shoes, and a baseball cap. I think I was, ‘Profiled’, as a USA Citizen.
(Gee I thought, what a place !!!!)
Then as we walked, they told me how glad their were to see another American, who could, ‘protect’, them, from the ‘Italians’.
They were from Calf. And they were, ’TRYING” to see the sights, but they Could NOT !
Each time they went some place, they were, ACCOSTED, by HORDES, of young Italian men. Taking ALL Sorts of, ‘Liberties’,
(grabbing ass and tits).
They told me: “ We will go wherever YOU want to go, Please stay close to us.” Then, and only then, did the native Italians, stay away. So we went to all sorts of places, (The Tourist thing). And it worked. As long as they were next to me, they were NOT, 'Accosted’.
But one time, at the Coliseum, We got separated, I Looked around for them, and saw a, ‘circle’, of about 20 young men, I got close, and could see them, (the Girls from Calf), ‘Inside’, (and a Lot of jabbering in a language I did not know.) So I waded into the, circle, they saw me, and one left, one right, took my arm, and, INSTANTLY, the ‘group’, of young men, left.
That was, My, first hand, impression of how Italian men, respect, single women, from another Country.
And of course, (spent 2 weeks their, staying at a youth Hostel, seeing the sights, and later the three of us got a cheep hotel room), did run across many other, Rome, natives. I always asked about, Sicily, I wanted to go their. The advice I got, from EVERY person I met in Rome, (I call them Natives), said: “DON’T GO, You will Never come Back”
Of course, nothing political here, but it was the FIRST, time I was ever, ‘Kissed’ by a MAN !
We, (the 3 of us), one day stopped at a little side street, bistro.
Had a Lovely meal of fresh local things. And as their were no, Small Tables, (something I was used to by now), a person just sat down somewhere at a long table on a bench. Well next to us, was a older gentleman and his wife, and discovering we were from the USA, and my Father was D-14, and was in Europe for 4 years. He proceeded to tell us how he was in the resistance, from the NAZI BASTARDS. The talk continued, (and I understood about 3/4 of his broken english). As we left, he rose, and, Grabbed me, and KISSED, me, on both cheeks. As did his wife to the two girls.
(Culture SHOK, was not prepared for that)
Never did make it to Venice.
But from everything I have heard, it, ’still’ smells like a Sewer.
(Looks Real good on photos, but a person cannot smell photos)
Kinna like, Detroit Mi, (Only that don’t look so good in Photos)
Anyway, So Glad to know, if/when, I go back to Italy,
I can go, ANYPLACE,and see Anything.
Without ANY, repercussions, from the people that occupy that area.
I MUST ADMIT I had wondered off to the Forum for advice n the Tech seciton, then asked myself "I wonder what is going on at the Tall Table"...
Man, you break me up !
When I read "two girls had profiled me as "American" - well, in the 1970's, sorry dude, but only an American would be stepping off a train in tennis shoes and a baseball cap!
Italians would wear shirt&trousers, shirt&tie, or a polo to say the least. At first I thought they were pickpockets or gypsies but NO! You say it was two girls from California !
Then you say "we went to a youth hostel" - which immediately tells me you didn't have the culture, or maybe the money, or maybe both, to find yourself a B&B as any sensible Italian would have done.
As for wolf whistles... anywhere you go in the world, that would happen - save for a Muslim Country because any girl with some self-respect would always be escorted by a male relative.
As for ass grabbing and tit grabbing, I challenge you. I wasn't born yesterday and things rarely go beyond wolf whistles.
What you are describing is an aggression by Italian standards, it may happend as a one-to-one incident, but not in a group of people.
So my dear friend allow me to politely call you a liar.As for the jabbering, any city with a minimum of history and heritage will have its own accent, jargon and lingo; call it the local dialect if you will.
Are you telling me Bostonians, New Yorkers and Chicagoans all speak... Texan ?
You can do better than that...
As for Sicily... again, nice try, didn't work, won't work, will never work.
Why not ? Because a good 1/4 of Tourist guides in Rome have always been Sicilians ever since the 1950's, because Sicily, "Magna Grecia", is THE archaeological heaven in Italy.
So I challenge you, again, and I call you a liar, again."
Of course, nothing political here, but it was the FIRST, time I was ever, ‘Kissed’ by a MAN !"
Oh, the shock, oh the pain... it must have HURT !!! You mean... you never ever saw a single French or Italian movie in your life before coming to Italy ?
You mean you never do any background reading on the places you go and visit ?
"Kissing" (actually we don't, we just go cheek to cheek) is a greeting old as the Mediterranean Sea itself, BY JOVE IT'S EVEN IN THE GOSPELS !!!
Just like when you shake hands you will do your best to dislocate the other guy's arm from his shoulder... we shake hands more gently and exchange a friendly embrace.
OK, Since you'll not be with me here, I'll give you a treat, we give each other a full (upper) body search !
You know... just in case somebody is hiding a baseball cap in their shoulder holster...
As for Rome stinking... given your dressing customs in those days, rubber shoes in the full of summer, not ven knowing what a bidet is...
... are you sure it wasn't YOU ?