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Parked premiere...

... or, the Day That I Met Colin Morgan.

I could seriously write a book of 700 pages spun on everything that happened yesterday was something indescribable.
For starters, the simple fact that the world premiere of Parked has been made in Turin is a wonderful thing.
The film is fantastic.
Angst - but ugly. And you know that is signed and the angst is one thing. The manner of reciting
Colin is fantastic. His speech
Irish - even if it is incomprehensible that I would pay because he used also in Merlin - is something absurdly adorable. And then

HIM.
Sitting in the chair just in front mine, with his fluffy hair - I swear, were spumosissimi - that screamed "touch me, touch me, touch me" for the duration of the film and that I covered in full subtitles - because he is high up and I am nana nana. Not that I
is eager to shake me to read the subtitles, even though his spoken Irish seriously need to be translated into Italian, but at least I will not say in everyday English.
And then out the actual meeting, the gossip, pictures, jokes, until you have it taken away.
I do not know what to say, I'm speechless.
And I know that to leave without words me, literally words, it takes a .
Sweet, friendly, very nice.
Any positive epithet that ends up-the issimo it will stick on without any problems.
I wanted to make a record worthy of the name but I have no words, seriously.

Thanks to him, thanks to nonna_giuly , thanks to anyone who has decided to bring Parked at the Turin Film Festival, thanks to everyone who has decided to invite Colin Morgan.
And yes, thanks to those who understood and gave me a free day and a half so we can be.