Igår hade vi avskedsfest hela gänget på Maurizio's vinbar och underbara Thomas hade skrivit ett jättefint tal! Blödig som jag är fick jag ju såklart tårar i ögonen och sedan när vi skulle säga hejdå var det ju helt kört. Fy vad jag hatar att säga hejdå.. De flesta kommer ju tillbaka efter jul, men inte mina fina norrmän Thomas och Marius. Som tur är bor vi ju inte jättelångt ifrån varandra så vi ses nog snart igen!
Här har ni i alla fall hans tal. Mycket internt, men tror ni fattar hur bra det är ändå!
La città eterna, Roma mi amore
La capitale d'italia, un città superiore.
"Il popolo miggin, ki chi nos bom stallion"
No, I'm just kidding, this is not in Italian.
But as you all know I could have read it in Spanish
Or french, or in german, or russian or flamish.
I'm not a good poet and I'm not a comedian
I'm just a two meter tall, half-drunk Norwegian.
Saying some words to my friends here in Rome
Before I'm returning to minus fifteen at home.
When we're all gathered here, at Maurizio's place
I'll try to reflect on what I in Italy did face
In Rome there has been so much to do
Four months of sightseeing for me and for you
Colosseo, gelato, pope Francis and Totti,
Piazza Navona and Via Condotti
When going to Italy, time schedules change,
Always remember: people are late.
In the beginning I was first, and patiently waited,
But lately I've become, more integrated:
We agree upon 7, some meet up half past,
one thing is certain: I'm always last.
What about the buses and metro?
Treno in arrivo, uscita latro destro
The buses are crowded, I'm afraid to get hit
I've had hundreds of Italians in my arm-pit.
The people are friendly, but generally quite small
But Italians must think I'm ridicoulusly tall
Wherever I go they say "tu molto alto" while jumping
I think it means handsome, good-looking or something.
Italians like fashion, and do what they can
To show off their image by wearing a brand
Wearing their shades inside at the metro
Thinking: I'm cool, like Gordon Gecco
They try too be trendy and some look athletic
But sun-glasses in darkness: thats just pathetic
In september I was wearing shorts and T-shirt
Italians were thinking: What a big jerk
They were all packed in big jackets and scarf
In twentyfive Celcius?! I was having a laugh.
Your food is good and your girls they are pretty
But in organizing and planning: you are really shitty
From my experience, only one thing is certain
If there's something you need, I'll guarantee you it's not workin'
Ciao bella and ciao bello, are commonly used phrases
And when they say hello, they are "kissing in the faces"
That's much more friendly than what Norwegians do:
"Hi. I am Thomas, who the fuck are you?"
Going to school at the faraway Tor Vergata
Hearing in lectures: blablablablabla
International marketing was kind of stress.
Sitting there list'ning to "resourceseses"
Then it's exams, making summary of slides
The day before testing, read it a few times
Leaving the exam, thinking: "18, that's fine"
But I wrote "I'm Erasmus" so I got 29.
Look in your glass, make sure that it's wine,
We're making a toast in a short while
Just a few more lines, then you have to be ready
I'm finishing of, just stay steady.
And to all of you disappointed I didn't sing a song:
Relax, take it easy, the night is still young.
Goodbye to Rome, I will see you later
I have to come back to sign a stupid paper
I'll be returning again early next year
Hope I will meet some of you here.
Arriverderci, Adieu, Goodbye, Hasta Luego
Pizza. Pasta. Grazie. Prego.
This is the end and it's sort of sad,
I'll extend the verse by saying thaat: come on, Enjoy, lets turn up the funk.
Although you all know, "I never get drunk".
Raise your glass and repeat after me:
To Roma Erasmus, to Italyyy.