Since you're gone my empty arms have nothing left to hold

Today was the 150th anniversary of the first meeting of the Italian parliament.

I went out and everywhere was draped in Italian flags. All open shops had something red-white-green even if it wasn't a flag. Considering that it only happens during the World Cup it felt quite nice, even if I might not be my country's most ecstatic supporter, or at least not of my country's current state of affairs. But I don't know, considering that most people from a certain secessionist party *cough* Northern League *cough* didn't go to the parliament today and that I really don't think that we're a country united in the way US/France/England/Germany/whoever is, it was a good feeling. Also it kind of felt awfully nice as well that my mom made pasta in three different colors so that the plate was green sauce-plain-red sauce.

( it got long so I'm cutting it. )