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At home we calculate

A casa facciamo i conti

Childhood memories! It happened that mom or dad would take you to play in the park. Rome has wonderful green spaces, called “villas” because it was once the private residence of princes and dukes counts and marquises… usually in Italian families a strict rule of education imposed the consequent threat of retroactive punishment in case of some outdoor prank with the purpose to put the naughty infant in line.

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But where do you come from? From the Soap Mountain?

Ma dando vieni? Dalla montagna del sapone?

Interesting story … it was said in Rome in the once upon old times. “To eat the soap” that is, making bubbles from the mouth. Bubbles = Air (scented by the way). Lack of consistency. To say nonsense. Flatter. Cheat.
And so it happened that, during Fascism, the Duce, engaged in diligent movements of entire neighborhoods, promised new and sparkling houses to the evacuees, built in the hilly village of Primavalle.
This valiant Roman neighborhood, a little higher than usual than the rest, earned the nickname of “soap mountain”, due to the scam with which the jaw-dropping dictator had deceived them. So … those who come from the soap mountain are naive, a little gullible, and more generally an unaware victim (at least at first since the Primavallesi soon realized how empty they were, as always, the words of politicians).

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The tongue hits where the tooth is in pain.

La lingua batte dove il dente duole.

It is often our weaknesses that provide the universe with an easy target. And when we have a problem, we can’t stop think about it, and remind ourselves of it. And by a strange law of attraction, a problem is followed by attention to the problem, which more often than not only makes things worse.

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