Well, I honestly love this joke. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do:"There is a beautiful deserted island in the middle of nowhere and the following people are stranded:
2 men and 1 woman for each of the following nations: Italy, France, Germany, Greece, England, Poland, Japan, USA, Australia, New Zealand, Ireland and Russia.
The first Italian man has killed the other Italian man for the woman.
The two French men and the French woman are living happily together in a "menage a trois".
The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of when they alternatewith the German woman.
The two Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cooking and cleaning for them.
The two Englishmen are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.
The Polish men took a long look at the endless ocean, one look at the Polish woman, and started swimming.
The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are waiting for instructions.
The two American men are contemplating the virtues of suicide, whilethe American woman keeps on bitching about her body being her own, the true nature of feminism, how she can do everything that they can do,about the necessity of fulfilment, the equal division of householdchores, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated hermuch nicer and how her relationship with her mother is improving. But at least the taxes here are low and it is not raining.
The two Australian men beat each other senseless fighting over theAustralian woman, who is checking out all the other men, after calling them both "bloody wankers".
Both New Zealand men are searching the island for sheep.
The two Irishmen began by dividing their island Northside-Southside andsetting up a distillery. They don't remember if sex is in the picture because it gets sort of foggy after the first few litres of coconut-whiskey, but at least they know the English aren't getting any.
The first Russian man married the Russian woman and divorced her. He is the best customer of the Irish distillery.
The other Russian man made money by killing the Italian and arranging exit visas for the Poles. With that money he acquired a controlling 33.4% stake in the Irish distillery including the worldwide distribution rights to the English and he hired the Greeks as salesagents. He employs both Germans as bodyguards (for himself and his Russian girlfriend) and has promised the Polish woman that she canbecome the maid of their first child. He regularly sees the American woman "to learn English".
In the meantime, the French still think they're alone on the island."
Oh my God, what a beautiful movie I have seen... "In the mood for love" by Hong-Kong director Wong Kar-wai. Anybody who knows me enough would confirm that love movies are not on my top priority list and Chinese ones don't enjoy a better reputation either. However the case with this one is different even to the point that I got so excited about it that I needed to post something on my blog (I mean if you have decided I am getting too swanky with all those travels in Europe, now is the time we dig culture) 
The plot is quite simple - a man and a woman live next door and soon they discover that each of their spouses is cheating on them with their neighbour's spouse. At some point they try to recreate how their spouses' love affair started but they slowly begin to fall in love and seek excuses to spend time together. The fascinating thing about "In the mood for love" is that it is a love story that lacks the cheesy, sentimental element that you find in that sort of films. I would much more define this movie as simplistic and poetic - from colours, acting, camera angles and music. Almost everything is highly stylized and profound. I sincerely recommend this movie to anyone who has the nerve, time and brains to watch it.
Not to mention the statue on the beautifull piazza Statuto which some believe to represent he fallen angel Lucifer (quite popular as Satan). Not that I have started believing in those things, though knowing myself, maybe I should, but this does add a very romantic and mysterious charm to the story of Torino. In Italy every village, town and region have different legends and culture and sometimes even Italians are surprised to discover new thing about their country.
Generally not fond of this type of romantic shit (it's pure waste of time and resources) but I have to admit it is a thoughtful symbol and it makes one hell of an artsy picture.
The museum was truly enjoyable - quite amazing to know that people had such an advanced civilization 4 000 years ago - anciant Egyptians were terrific at such things as architecture, building monument and pyramids, agriculture, cosmectics and ripping your intestines while you are still alive as well as many other wonders of modern civilization. AMAZING!
I was quite surpised to find out that the Macchiaioli precede the French Impressionists (probably it's the overwhelming French desire to be the first in everything) and that their art stretches from natural landscapes and rural scenes (I hope you are fond of cows) to urban places and exploration of social issues.
