The Jewish Nazi

So Sunday in Milan was actually one of the best days on the trip. Piero and a girl from Pisa that came in the night before, went to church while Giovanna stayed home to prepare the most amazing meal of my life. I figured out my next few days out and wrote postcards.

When Piero came home he brought me a treat: his name was Giovanni and he is no doubt the most attractive man i have ever been within a close proximity to, let alone shaking hands and having conversations.
SMITTEN AS A KITTEN. Seriously, i have never had to try so hard not to stare and continuously drop my jaw. I was smiling the entire lunch because he spoke the best english and was interpreting for me...so i had a great excuse to look at him. oh god he was beautiful. so beautiful that there was no hesitation to run for my camera and shoot about 5 different pictures of him so that i could remember this beautiful encounter for the rest of my life. and he was intelligent and he was a 28 year old architecture grad student AND most importantly he was flirting back.

When the girl from Pisa left, Giovanna and Pierro went up to the bedroom and left me and Giovanni in the kitchen. He tought me how to play chess on his computer, there were laughs, there were smiles, there was insane flirting i thought at one time i would just grab his face and kiss him. until....oh i still say oh why? why? why?

He said the word muble describing something on the chess game.
I said oh that sounds like a Harry Potter word.
His face changed a little and asked me if I had seen the new film.
I was really excited that he might also be a HP fan and said yes! i got to see it in florence!
His face dropped.
le sigh. Turns out he is one of those extremists who believe that Harry Potter AND Lord of the Rings and basically any fantasy will lead you straight to the devil. i wanted to cry. WHY? Why of all people to be an extremist in the completley COMPLETELY ridiculous ways must it be this beautiful person. I am so upset that some other harry potter hater will get to have this beautiful man. ugh.

So we of course had a very very long debate about this in which we basically had to come to terms to agree to disagree, me left with the impression that he is insane for thinking the things he does, and he probably thinks i am a follower of satan.

Before this terrible discovery I had also come to find out he is Jewish and attended both senagouge (i really dont know how to spell that) and the Christian church. And right before the Harry discussion I had asked him why he attended both and there was much procrastination, im sure because he gets judged quite heavily by both parties. His reason actually makes a ton of sense and is the most logical thing i have heard in religion for a while. But anyways leading from this into Harry Potter in the time where he was throwing in his past life for persuasion emphasis he just happened to throw out that he had been in prison and also used to be a part of the Nazi party. jewish...nazi....interesting indeed! He never really gave me a reason why other than that he got sucked into it by his friends and infuences, which is a total cop out by the way and i hate it when conservatives both preach and give out this excuse.

But I guess to tie this story up, other than his extremist views this guy was amazing and we had a great time together. and i really really wanted to kiss him. another good thing about him being around was his ability to translate, which allowed pierro to talk about nore things than religion. Pierro ended up being a very endearing and silly man who i came to appreciate once he wasn't preaching his head off.

Giovanna his wife was a beautiful person and so kind to me. Her food was incredible and she was so generous.

The next morning Pierro took me to the airport rather early, so i killed time by standing outside looking at Switzerland. It was beautiful and as I was listening to Kings of Convenience, Ide Rather Dance With You, i had such a peace and excitement about the rest of my trip. I guess because of the feeling i was getting back to people who looked like me and spoke my language that it felt more like closer. But I also had more personal peace within me and I feel that something really great is going to be happening this next semester. I am really really excited.

ciao milano. ciao giovanni.