Bazar time !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mater
Before coming to Libya, the word not uttered since I was a little girl and slipped repeatedly in my mangiadischi (no turntables, just mangiadischi) were of the single Solo Tu Matia Bazar .
Since I'm here instead, there is no week someone did not organize a bazaar of TSI: The Indian School, German, inlgese, French, Turkish, Russian and even the school .... BabyM did not want to miss his chance.
The bazaar is sponsored and organized by the PTA (parent teacher association), which apparently owns nearly every school across the Alps. The main purpose is for the PTA, fundraising and school, get publicity. It 'a pretty fair where parents, oppss, the mothers of the children, put on a variety of stands, depending on your nationality, where they sell food, crafts and misdeeds of their country of orgine. In addition to mothers, other sacrificial victims of the bazaar are the teachers which is responsible for preparing, together with the older students, a series of games for children. Also participating local merchants who, for a small fee and are free to sell their wares, from schawarma machines.
said that, after a spill of controversy, Friday, May 12, became our first and last ... ... Bazar.
The Italian was one of the photo booth, a little cut out to protect the innocent. I was no other than "lartdirector" at the entrance so I had all the terrified cries of "we avoid the lanterns (Tuscany), we are the home of style not of the mandolin. "Note the vessel calle tricoloreee.
The six unfortunate responsible for work performance did little hands, little accustomed to tell the truth, baked and have a gourmet menu:
little jar of pesto sauce and homemade pasta
handmade
Lasagne
Cold Pasta
cakes and sweets of various kinds
prices, it said, were a little expensive, had the Fifth Avenue Bazaar, eccheccazzi, however I have just received a message from Julie and I quote: congratulations to all the Italian volunteers, collected 546 LD: the best stands of the bazaar! (TIE ')
The booth also sported posters and videos of our beautiful country, courtesy of the Italian Cultural Institute, the pillow lace made from mother-in-law and beautiful necklaces made by Iphigenia, Brazil but with an Italian girlfriend .. Since then no one dared breathe a word about the accommodation of the stand, I've taken advantage and close to the pillow, I settled on a nice card that says Discover Italy - Marche with the list of sites Offida (native site of the Edge that I love excessively).
everything had gone wonderfully well, except that the PTA wanted to show all his esteem for myself, assegnadole a nice round of voluntary Bouncy Castle, Bouncy Cazzle renamed by me. The Bouncy castle, is nothing but a cheap inflatable structure and the shift from 3 to 4 with 40 degrees in the shade, not no, of trying to govern a row of kids from 2 to 10-12 (depending on the tonnage ) by blocking the entrance with his body, pick up the tickets in, trying to create an order of priority of holding off the kids and parents who broke most of the kids, let them in 10-12 at a time, always depending on the size, timing and five minutes to get them out swearing in all languages.
thank the PTA for the kind of thought I saw good rule my kingdom in total anarchy as regards timetables and tickets (entare fact even those without money), so dictatorial when they were out, with cazziatoni at full blast in Italian , English, Arabic, French and German, the kids and parents. Finally, as was closing, I raised an unprecedented nepotism, letting repeat all the Italians, the Libyan, French and English for free! When I was already near collapse has materialized with a Swiss punctuality, the owner of the circus, that such was the hurry to leave that began to deflate the thing with the children still inside, forcing me to life-saving stunts.
last note: to go to pick up a kid, I left the command EDGE for five seconds, I found that it gave a lesson in civic education to an Italian father ...... you want, you are born engineers and he modestly ... was born.