Milano: The City of Disappointment

From now on I have decided to write my blog in English. My purpose is to poison the minds of younglings and flash a bulb in the minds of the mature around the world, but not just in Turkey. As you may understand from this statement I am a Turk. I will not have the pleasure to introduce myself to those who are non-Turkish (they can read my first entry to get to know me), it is painfully long though perfectly fun. I will not bother myself to restart from the beginning, just get to know me if you like what I write by time. However simply know that I am a terrible person that you cannot consider as good, so please do not try to undertand me because nobody can. It will be your precious time that will be wasted. A small footnote can be; please do not try to mock or criticise my English. It is NOT my mother tongue and as you may appreciate I am trying to speak another language, unlike many other lazy English native speakers...

What I like in France is those long and absolutely needless holidays. We have holidays all the time for different reasons, actually I am not concerned with those reasons as long as I am ok with the holidays. Last week we had one of those holidays and I have decided to send myself to aone week vacation. My journey was supposedly begin from Italy, then to Slovenia and finally to Croatia. I have been to many places in Europe and I have decided to go to the places those I have not been before. Also I had to fulfill a promise given to some of my dearest friends living in Slovenia. It was a must to pay a visit to them. Despite the fact that I have been to Italy before I had to fly there for my transfers to Ljubljana. I took the unfortunate and horrible flight of Ryanair from Brussels to Milano. I will never and ever fly with a cheap airline company, anyway this is not my point. I had to spend two days in Milano and when I am finished with that I were to take the train to Venice and then to Ljubljana.

When I arrived "Centrale Stazione", or whatever the name is, I searched for my hotel and checked in. As soon as I entered my room, which was very nice actually, I left my luggage and threw myself to the streets of Milano. I hate looking like a tourist; carrying a huge map, wearing ridiculous clothes, carrying a camera and etc. I did not have the enthusiasm to discover the city, the Italian life style or else. As I said I have been to Italy before and exploration would just ruin the two days those I had. In the end why would I spent some efforts on it while I could dedicate myself to some other pleasure giving activities? I have started walking around the city and as a fashion geek my first destination was the street where the designers are located. I have entered all those boutiques one by one and examined what they have. To tell the truth I was suprised; how could Milano can be considered as a fashion center? After marvelous, glorious, astonishing Paris it can just be the backyard of it. I have stopped by at Prada, Dolce&Gabbana, Tod's, Armani and at all the others. To be honest Prada was considerably good than the one in Paris and also Dolce&Gabbana, but it is probably because of their Italian roots and being at the home. Apart from that I ate a lot drank a lot, visited plenty of cafés and restaurants.

I walked around more to examine the city, though I did not enjoy it. It seemed to be very dull and the streets, buildings were simple and boring. This was another disappointment for me how could people exaggerate it that much. There were nothing interesting and I have decided to sit somewhere to enjoy a drink. While I was sitting at the cafe of Gucci, which is perfectly good with a wonderful menu at Galeria next to Duomo, I was reading my GQ, suddenly "it" came... I am mentally complicated and confused and as a probable result I have started to have anxiety and panic attack. Those attacks have started to occur since last June and they have been continuing still with wide time intervals. It caught me when I was least expecting. My heart beats increased, I was breathing too fast and I was feeling as if I am going to die there at that moment. I was totally alone and there was nobody to take care of me. This idea made me worse and I have felt like I should throw myself out to get some more fresh air, so that I can divert my attention too. The streets were extremely crowded and people were everywhere, it seemed as if they are going to run over me. Also some people were selling umbrellas on the street, to grab attention they were opening them suddenly to the faces of people and I had to walk through many of these sellers, they triggered my dizziness. When I started to tremble and shake I have decided that sitting at somewhere again would be the best idea. I sat in a café and ordered a glass of wine, I drink a lot and I thought it would have helped me to calm my nerves. Interestingly I have paid visits to many cafés in Milano but every time I order something, the waiters and the waitresess with the attitude of the creators of earth, were too rude and impolite. Who the hell do they think they are? Those pitiful minions were acting as if they are the immortal and mighty gods of Olympos coming down to earth, among the mortals, us. To be honest not only those imbeciles but most of the people on the streets were like that. I have always thought that the Italians are friendly and warm Mediterrenian people. The truth was actually opposite, they were all acting like jerks, it was a huge disillusion for me. I live in France and I prefer the French ten times to those morons. I love France and French people, whatever the others say. Those people made me even worse and I had to do something. Something that would make me feel really good, then I have decided to go to the place where you can find some smiling faces and where you can make yourself happy: Prada.

In my previous entries I have told that I am one of those people who seeks happiness in shopping. Even though I was not planning to do any and if I am to do some I would definitely do it in Paris, I have dropped by to Prada. What I like with the designer boutiques is that you can always find some good treatment and it helps you gain self confidence. I bought a pair of white sneakers from there which are rare in opposite to other Prada sneakers. Actually this little purchase helped me a bit. I did not buy just sneakers but I also bought good attitude and a kind of wellness. I felt better and again sat in café to celebrate this little event with a glass of Chardonnay. This time I ignored the spastic waiters and I guess I did the best, because he was shouting a Japanese girl that was sitting next to me and who was a customer also all the time because of a tiny misunderstanding. He confused the orders and brought something else to the girl and when she tried to send the plate he exploded and gave himself to his anger, spitting around while shouting. Then I have decided that it was the time for me to leave immediately. I finished my wine and went back to my hotel. Later on I have counted the hours to leave this horrifying city as soon as possible. In my mind Milano remained as a city which I shall avoid as much as possible, except my Pradas there were nothing good...