sometimes it is tiring to always be different, to always be looked at as if i was something strange, to feel like a thief every time i want to buy a beer, to be forced to answer every single person that says “hello-how-are-you” when you walk in the street because if you don’t then you are rude and selfish and rich-european, it is tiring not to be able to go to the beach because you can create a scandal if you simply swim in the sea (not to mention what your wife can cause), it is tiring to be seen only as a walking wallet, it is tiring when everybody wants to put their hands in the face of my son only because is the local habit.

and it is even more tiring to know that all this is nothing compared to what foreigners experience in italy.

this is very tiring. not always, but sometimes it is.