I witnessed a scene tasty, although it depends on the point of view. Five executives of a company in Austria, returning from a trade fair in Bologna, decided to relax and have fun. Right. It 's time to lighten your day. Are placed at the bar and within a half hour drink five beers apiece. One of them, very distinguished, smiling more than others, really wants to balance the flavors with two espressos and some " grrappa " Italian. After forty minutes, four of them in the language s'arrotola, the fifth, sympathetic, do not stand up.
At three in the morning wandering barefoot in the parking lot. It rains and wearing only underpants, shirt and tie a pretty pink. Is not the room key. I take the beer out of the hands and help him to return. "A thousand thanks," he says. "A thousand, thousand thanks." With a beautiful Italian-Austrian accent that smacks of Italian alcohol. Accompanied him and push him into it. It would take a good night's tale. "A thousand thanks," I hear from behind the closed door. Mille, a thousand grrazie .
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