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I am fresh from a cool event that I was very discouraged.

Approximately 1 hour ago I was returning from a ride in the car, was served a little 'aliens to visit these places, a little' to escape boredom. As I drove my cell phone rang, it was Fabio. I started to tell him how things go here in Salento and, responsible driver, I decided to pull over to avoid driving and phoning at the same time. I stop at the side of the street in front of a table in a grocery store across the street, a business that had every appearance of being improvised upon. I end my conversation with Fabio, I was about to leave, when suddenly I realized that I had joined the Carabinieri car and that the two sitting inside were staring at me. I do not mind too much if, in my turn allotment exceeding them, were firm, and I go my way. After a while, 'I realize that I was following, when suddenly start flashing sign of making me pull over. Berth, it certainly is a normal control.

Break the ice by asking me to where I was lying and what I was doing there, then continue with more focused questions well: if I ever had trouble with the law, if I had to do with drugs or anything like that, if I had been d ' agreement to undergo a test to check I was clean. I could not understand why they were so insistent, and, after asking me the documents, one of them started to inspect my car, looking for evidence of my guilt. He asked me to empty my pockets to check them, took my wallet scupolosamente controlling the content and how much money I had with me. He also had the "kindness" to treat me like an idiot, but with pockets of reversed out I waited for the next order ... "Put Away those pockets," as if to ask me to empty them it was not him. Serves no purpose to repeat and repeat that I stopped a moment to speak to the phone with my friend Ripe. What was my fault that had led to all quell'iteressamento to me? The guy finally tells me lover of searches that the greengrocer where I had stopped in the car was no good, and I should not talk to that guy. Needless to insist that those talking on the phone with my friend. The proof of my guilt was there, was found absolutely ... this is the feeling I had by repeated and thorough checks. I dealt with sufficiently strong, confident that surely hid something fishy. They finally called the central, after receiving my information, confirmed I had a clean record. Reluctantly they let me go. They left me with a "goodbye" said the tone that sounded like a "this time you got on well, but the next they catch you for sure!"

were treated by drug dealer, drug dealer who tells many lies and can tell well, is an unpleasant sensation, especially with the certainty that they have no guilt and nothing to hide.

If this is the norm, I think I will have little else to do here. Our relationship started on the wrong foot, I am giving you a chance, I expect positive signs useful to recover what was lost. If slow in coming ...