pleased to propose two incidents that concern me, which took place in Geneva during a study trip to CERN.
The first one that actually can not remember and I still do not remember, but I was told, was held to CERN cafeteria.
I sat at a table with two friends and dear colleagues, and Antonio Alberto.
At the next table sat the Professor Saitta (our guide) with a host of colleagues and students (which, amid the laughter, a few days later they told me the story).
Apparently (I can not confirm because I do not remember) in the table at some point it was all quiet, and just at that moment she felt my voice that cut through the air heavy with comments on the wife of Professor Saitta .
All would culminate with a "... among other things ... most beautiful woman!"
Second episode: house of Prof Saitta.
Indian lunch (his wife is Indian, and by the way ... great beautiful woman), which I had just not to smother drowning at least one liter of wine, but probably much more.
We arrive at the sweet cream and strawberries. I'll eat a quantity next to a bowl full. In the grip of delusions
dictated by alcohol and food, I turn to someone, probably a researcher (Dr Cicalò seemed to me to remember), and asked: "But where is the toilet in this house that I have to break through?"
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