The story of the runaway bride: why I returned from exile
'06.05.2022'
Source: Zen.yandex.ru
The other day in a shopping center I ran into a friend whom I had not seen for a very long time. From her instagram and from mutual acquaintances, I knew that a few years ago she found family happiness somewhere in Italy. During this time, we have never communicated with her. And now - an unexpected meeting.
We got into a conversation, and Marina said that she had already returned to Russia for a couple of months, the People and the World channel writes. Zen.Yandex. Returned alone and for good. It sounded quite unexpected, given her enthusiastic captions to her Italian photos in social networks.
Next, I bring the story of Marina from the first person, which she told over a cup of coffee in Starbucks.
“It all started when my friend and I first went to Italy on a tourist trip. You understand, the traditional tourist route: Venice, Florence, Rome ...
When the trip was already coming to an end, I accidentally met a nice young Italian. Well, here it started ... In general, the last two days before my departure, we spent together. Moreover, apart from a couple of phrases from the phrasebook, I did not know Italian at all. In English, too, is not particularly strong and was mainly explained by gestures. In short, I realized that I fell in love. Was so happy, happy!
Then home began a period of communication with Luigi via skype and google translate. Six months later, I bought the cheapest tour and already deliberately flew to him in Italy. We had such a great time that I decided to stay there.
I just stupidly did not want to go back. While we were communicating via the Internet, JJ kept inviting me to live with him, but I made the decision only when I was back in Italy. I settled in his house not far from Naples - and my Italian life began.
Everything was cool. Warm, sunny, no fuss, no one is in a hurry, fresh fruit, sea, beauty! I met my boyfriend's friends. I especially liked to come to the store of one of his friends, who created designer clothes. Slowly it became better to know and language.
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You ask, why did I then go back to cold and gray Russia? It turned out that life in Italy is not so easy for me.
You see, first, when Luigi went to work, I stayed at home alone. Of course, at first everything was interesting to me. I walked a lot, walked, learned new places and was happy about everything. But almost all weekdays spent alone. I lived in the country as an illegal immigrant. My visa was expired long ago and it happened that big problems could arise.
Therefore, I tried not to get far away on my own, not to get into anything and not to draw attention to myself once again. Our elderly neighbor talked with me with pleasure, but the level of my Italian did not allow me to have intimate intimate conversations.
Secondly, when the first euphoria from the arrival passed, I gradually began to notice that Luigi and I are different. We look at many things differently. And over time, it began to weigh me more and more and even strain. For example, when winter came and it became terribly cold and damp in a two-story old stone house without heating, I realized how wonderful it was in my little one-room apartment in Russia. In winter in Italy it is sometimes so damp that things do not dry for several days. And turning on the heating is very expensive.
Before swimming in order to at least somehow heat the air in the bathroom, I turned on the hot shower and waited for the heat from the water to be transmitted to the environment. When Luigi saw this, he scolded me and forbade me to do that. Pouring water for half an hour is very expensive. For the same reason, I stopped and take a bath, limited to a shower. Although there was a jacuzzi in the house, and when I first arrived, my Italian arranged for me a romance there with champagne and candles.
By the way, the bathroom itself in many homes is planned foolishly. The drain is in the middle of the room and there is a slope to the wall on the floor. A shower shower is located on one wall of the bathroom. As a result, the entire floor in the water. And then you need to brush the rest of the foam with a special brush into the drain hole.
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Italians do not drink tea, and I do not drink cola in such quantities from the refrigerator. They do not eat porridge and liquid first courses. Therefore, they all have sick stomachs and constipation for several days. We have conflicts even on the basis of what to eat and drink.
Once we drove with Luigi in his little Toyota to a neighboring town. I noticed how dirty the windshield was, everything was stained with wipers. Luigi explained to me that the washer fluid had run out a long time ago, and it was only after 7 months that he went to the service station on schedule. So you just have to wait when the time comes for maintenance, and there specially trained people pour this liquid. When I offered him to fill the "washer" on his own, he goggled at me and wondered if I had the education of an auto mechanic to know where and what to fill.
The guy had to explain that in Russia even girls can do this in their cars. And in the trunk of my Opel all the year round there was an eggplant with "frost-free".
I barely persuaded Luigi to trust me and raise the hood. Elementary found the right tank and flooded with water. When everything worked and the glass was cleared, Luigi was silent for the rest of the way and looked at me with caution, or with respect.
JJ didn't want to formalize the relationship. He said that everything is fine with us, and all his friends have lived like this for many years. Although in front of his friends he called me his Russian bride. He didn't want children either. Children, Luigi said, are not economically viable.
But we got a dog. Breed basenji. You know, those who never bark. Luigi dragged her to our bed, played with her like a child, and allowed her everything. Imagine, in Italy there are even separate supermarkets for animals! On several floors there are different departments, ranging from fodder and toys, to clothing and cosmetics for pets. There, everyone is obsessed with their little animals, and they do not want to have children.
And even funny. We washed our clothes in the launderette. I didn’t particularly delve into it, and my boyfriend usually took it all by himself. While the laundry was being washed, he twisted cigarettes, smoked, talked with friends. But once I was with him and saw that he, along with our underwear, washes Bella’s litter (this was the name of our dog) and her warm suit. It turns out that this is normal for Italians. And I broke my head, where does dog hair on my panties come from!
I became suspicious. I was afraid of getting sick. After all, in this case, you will have to go to the hospital, and I am illegal. Any medicine with the exception of fervex is prescribed by a doctor. And to buy medicinal herbs, even of the type of the same chamomile, is simply unrealistic. They are not sold in regular pharmacies.
At the end of the third year of life in Italy, Luigi began to enrage me. He could easily go to a bar without friends with me to drink coffee, discuss football and chat. I think he even began to avoid me.
I tried to make myself friends. But among the Italians it was not possible to do this. Another mentality. Communicated with only one girl from Minsk. She was a barista in a cafe nearby and has lived here for 10 years. But then I moved to the north of the country, and I had no one to even chat with.
I didn’t work, I was at home all the time, I didn’t have my own money, and it really depressed me. I also missed my parents and brother wildly. They are simple, from the region. Never been abroad. At first, I wanted to invite them here, to show Italy. But my friend reacted to this idea without enthusiasm, because he considered that it needed a lot of money, but he did not have it. I had to abandon this idea.
In short, once again I somehow freaked out and practically ran home to Russia. I understand that Schengen is now closed to me. Well, figs with him. Italy is a wonderful country. It is wonderful to rest in it. And it's better to live with us. Yes, and our men are the best! ”.
