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Read

And this is not trivial, I have proof!
always defend the pleasure, the right and the duty to read. And as always, for me, reading is not only the book, the textbook.
For me, reading is a noble art, which includes any means: the wheel, the newspaper Esselunga, the billboard, the booklet of pharmacies, blogs, internet.
's where I wanted to get to another my great, boundless love. Internet. And I'm not a
nerd, I have a social life, I talk to people, I relate, I do not live in a world of the Matrix and I do not pretend that they are not, even in so-called Virtual Reality.
Yet when I think of myself without the Internet is not like I imagined a piece of brain (cornazzi!), or without an eye (cornazzi!), without an ear (cornazzi!), without a piece of me, in fact.
I do not mean to upset addiction. Spending my vacation peacefully without turning on the peak or consult the phone, know how to live offline. But I realized that the Internet has opened my horizons, they have expanded in an unforeseeable way, and there is no comparison. There can be no comparison.
Reading of blogs, sites, where I came from hearsay or just by chance, have added to my pantry pink Himalayan salt (yes, pink is ), the Fleur de Sel, thyme, tea matcha green, for madeleine molds, and much more. So many other things, of course, I could do without. But my life would be less rich, less beautiful, less to measure mine.

And today, while I was in line with GROM (which - incidentally - I met four years ago, well before the boom broke and when it still did not cagava nobody to remind me I had spelled his name and seemed to remember that the ' stands for the Genoa-Rome-Milan) and in a nanosecond to choose my flavors (vanilla and caramel Himalayan Salt) people felt his answer, but as the salt in the caramel? But how salt is pink? But it really comes from the Himalayas?!
See, I already knew everything there was to know. I had already tried at least a year ago, the caramel fleur de sel. It is not a boast, I wonder how many people before me, at least 10 years ago, I have tried and perhaps have no right to gloat.
But if I think that without reading I never would have made the acquaintance of Pierre Herme, I would never have been able to prepare a cheese cake worthy of the name, or met the best fudge in the world ... In short, without reading, who or what would I be? A person
gray, no doubt.
Reading opens the mind, adds color, joy and freedom.
Reading and 'freedom and I never tire of saying or writing it.