In the general climate of optimism that pervaded yesterday's San Francisco, has anyone even tried to divert my thoughts from the dark italics nano, saying that in Basically, from a resident of the United States, I consider Obama also my president. It 's a nice thought, but I just can not forget the squalor of "home". While the first working day of Obama opens with important decisions such as those to close Guantanamo and stop the salaries of Cabinet members, in Italy you continue to pull each other's hair on the issue of wiretaps. But how? Better to talk about pleasant things, such as the inauguration ceremony yesterday that we watched on the giant screen installed in front of the Civic Center along with other two thousand people. There were cheers for Obama and Michelle, guffaws for Cheney in a wheelchair and the usual applause for our former Mayor Diane Feinstein. There were the inevitable American tears, smiles and Stars and Stripes flags. Sterling has even joined the chorus of the national anthem, which he said did not happen for years. Returning home, we discovered that we live on the corner of St Obama and Brobama St: someone had changed all road signs, including precisely those of our cross between Fulton and Broderick. Last night there were parties all over town, but I Sterling and we preferred to stay at home with the bottle of Cristal that we decided to take a chance and we took off within an hour. Strictly on their own, looking for a good time from inviting friends and relatives.
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