FOOD

Today I’d like to talk about food; ever since I arrived in here I have noticed how different it is all over the world.
How is it possible?
People in here really love peanut butter, and I do too, but I hadn’t known it until I got here because in Italy we don’t eat peanut butter, we eat Nutella! And when I tell to someone that we don’t eat it in my birthplace they are all amazed and they always say, “I was born eating peanut butter.” Well I was born eating Nutella! They would probably love nutella, they just don’t know it.
Our world is supposed to be globalized, everybody has the same television, the same laptop, the same car, and the same phone, but we have different taste because of our habits. We could be able to eat REAL Italian food, REAL American “junk” food (haha), and REAL Mexican food, but we don’t do that, because our brain wants to eat things that he knows.
Another weird thing is how food developed in different ways all over the world.
I went to a lot of Italian Restaurant, I ate there, and I really appreciated their food, but it didn’t taste like the one I was used to call “Italian”. They probably all started by using the same recipe, but then they had to use different toppings or ingredients that they weren’t using at home because people wanted to eat things they were used to eat so now they have pizza with bacon, pizza with ham, even if in Italy it doesn’t exist.
My host-brother’s from Colombia, and he told me that in Colombia they have lasagna with pineapple and watermelon, and now I’m not surprised, they are just eating pizza it a “Colombian way”, they are just using Colombian ingredients in “my food” because that’s what they like.
SAME WORLD, SAME ORIGINS, BUT STILL DIFFERENTS.

Free Writing

“Son, your father, sir Aglovale, died in a battle. He wanted me to give you his sword to avenge his death.. I`m sorry for your loss.” said the knight to the little child.

Ban was only six when that dark knight came, he didn’t know his father that well, Sir Aglovale was one of King Eric`s guards, he didn`t have time to spend with his son, and probably he didn`t want to either.

Ban became the new Lord of Birmingham, the best teacher in the all kingdom came to teach him about Philosophy, History, Latin and the dark Arts. He was taught how to kill dragons with the simple use of words, how to be a leader, how to find poison in his food, how to fight in the dark.. there were big projects for him, BIG BIG project.

“Atrum de voicem metallum cum pietriosus”... “Atru`m de voiicem metallurum ut pietriosus”.. “Atrum dei voicem”..”Attrum”
“It doesn’t work! Why? I will never be able to alter the metal of my sword into diamond.” said Bam, he was annoyed and bored, his Dark Arts teacher, Mr. Bors was able to become the most fussy teacher in the world, he loved him, but he was annoying.
“Retry! The dark Arts are really hard to learn! You retry, my Lord, and you’ll become the most powerful King in all the history, but you have to work hard and spell every single letter in the right way because even the smallest leave is important in a tree.” said Mr. Bors, while he was floating in the air.
“I just can’t! I don’t want to become a wizard or a king, I just want to be me!” said Ban, and he ran away from his mentor.

In fact Ban could do that, that was an easy spell that he learned three years ago, but he wasn’t allowed to show his power, no one was able to know that he was one of the most powerful wizard in all England or the King would kill him.

No one could find him, all the villagers were scared, the “Little Lord” disappeared, how was it possible? After that argument Ban and his midget lion became invisible, he learned that trick from his dad`s old diary. Mr. Bors didn’t know that, and probably he wasn’t enough smart to learn advanced magic.

There are Crocodile in the sea

“Run away Abdul, run away!” This are the last five words that I heard before that big explosion: my prison, where me, my brothers, and my father were imprisoned, exploded, and unfortunately I was the only one that survived.

My name is Abdul Imam, I’m ten years old, and my family was captured by the Talibans when I was only six. Dad told me that they didn’t like us because we were Christians, but I could not understand what it meant.

Ever since the day I escaped from the prison I had been trying to find my mother. My journey was too long for my little legs, but I wouldn’t stop until I found the only thing I still had in my life.

For 2 years I worked for a factory that made shoes. They called it Nike. I didn’t earn a lot of money, but I needed it because today a secret agency will ship me and some guys I met during the journey to Italy, where my mom lives.

See.. Allah has harbored a little a bitter grudge against my mates and me since we didn’t pray to him every day, so the little boat that was taking us to Italy sunk. Right now I am all by myself, probably in the African coast, home of the Egyptian, without anything to eat a no clothes. I’m daisy, I have seasickness, yet the only thing that I can see is a beautiful human being.

“Hi. My name is AmonThun, and I`m  the Egyptian princess! You really look like you need some help. Come with me, and I will show you to the royal palace! I`m sure my mother and my father will give you a warm welcome,” said that beautiful thing.

I’m nervous because I’ve never met a pharaoh. How do people act in front of a pharaoh? Yet here I was, a poor ten-year-old kid next to a princess climbing the stairs in a palace.

“My maid is going to show you your new room!” said the princess.

“A room? I don’t need a room! I want to go to Italy,” I said.

“Well.. I guess you can spend the night in your new room then we are going to take you to Italy, but we’d like to know your story,” she said.

And here I was, sitting in a comfortable chair, in a beautiful palace, describing the fantastic chain of events leading up my arrival in here. Hundreds of people were looking at me, listening to my long journey. I am recounting my prison, my family, my trip where some friends and I were trying to use a safe boat to reach Greece from Tunisia when we had an argument about crocodiles.

“Are there crocodiles in the sea?” someone asked.

“My temptation to rescue my friends when they were captured in Greece, and my fight against the Mediterranean Sea.”

I’m not sure, but I think that the queen is crying.. that woman is weird, why is she crying?

“Your story moved me. Tomorrow we’re going to take you to your mom. You deserve it,” said the king.

Suddenly I heard a sailor say, “Here we are, little kid!”

“How is it possible?” I asked.

“Well, you have been sleeping all journey long. Now you are home, and your mom is waiting for you.”

He’s saying the truth. I don’t remember what happened during the journey, but I can see my mom. There she is, as beautiful as the sun, ready to hug me.