Another Monday, another week. Apart from Inter winning the Scudetto and reading a couple of blog entries which contain a massive dose of sour grapes, there is nothing really special happening.
It seems that after the elections, the tension that hit our island a couple of months ago, has slowly receded and gone back to the dull, indifferent attitude that tends to be the norm. Except for the odd entry of illegal immigrants which come our way when the South Winds from Libya hits, nothing is newsworthy anymore. It seems that all people are talking about is the election of the next labour party leader, exams, and the comming of summer. Which, let’s face it, only the first issue is slightly out of the ordinary. The rest come every year. So it is back to the old grindstone of indifference and routine.
All that remains is to fade away into the sunset, filled with the hazy glare of dust and sand.
