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Vivitreno Rome 13-14 March 2010 ... the plastic

The 13 and 14 March 2010, at the Institute of Guido Milanesi Rome, has held an event in which a number of model railroad model railroad associations exhibited their models. I took the opportunity to exhibit, after 5 ½ years of work, the model of "San Pietro Rome ", even if the ACEI system, connected to it, still does not work at all, because the rolling stock turned on plastic, on an ongoing basis, with no security in place. No accident that the protection signals and departure, I left them especially open, as if there is an enduring program. (In reality and as happens on my system, the signals close as soon as the first axis of the train, takes the track circuit signal).
The movement of trains could follow on the second panel is bright, thanks to the cards that detect the employment of the 59 sections of rail track on this plastic.
I also allowed visitors intervened, to be able to take a ride in the cockpit on a D445 ... oh yes! On board this locomitiva, I installed a camera-radio, and the monitor was in the cabin can enjoy the journey ... useless to express the enthusiasm of the visitors stunned!

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Often my lunch on weekdays is a package of salted peanuts or crackers coffee or a sandwich the night before, swallowing in room teachers or stop the trolley.
When I have a few more minutes, however, along with greater leniency toward the pleasures of life, I go to a of the many restaurants run by Chinese, where you can eat good food, both hot and served with smiles and care at prices very reasonable. There is a place frequented by Prof. precarious and Polish bricklayers, the preferred depth of precarious and mechanical African meeting of the South American Professor precarious and messengers, or the position favored by Professor precarious and Filipino domestic workers, or that full of Prof. precarious and carers slave.

While waiting for the Cantonese rice or my pizza looked "foreigners", discreetly mixed with curiosity, and listening to snatches of conversation (even not knowing a word of Filipino or Moldovan, I always manage to guess what they talk, and especially with that mind). Each

After this study I slyly raises new wave of admiration and respect, seeing the hard work, dignity, sacrifice and nobility of spirit that accompanies the strong appetite with which they clean the dishes, with the outline of the pain for families distant dreams more and more faded, the many small daily harassment.

And every time I feel urged to examine me. My work is hard, intense and demanding as theirs? Useful, valuable, albeit unrecognized, like them? I'm giving up? I really deserved that plate of meat and vegetables, as they quite clearly have earned theirs?