Snow, diploma, and bad taste party
Time comes and in the Alps it starts to snow -> Skiing season is open!
Time comes and you have to show up your pretty face to the rectorin and with a perfect smile in a stupid pajama proudly accept the hard rolled diploma -> I'm done with the Free university of Bozen-Bolzano.
Time comes and instead of fancy UniBall you choose a Bad taste party -> close friends in a cozy atmosphere.
Time comes and a plane lands in your home country -> can I come back?
Time comes and everything settles down in a normal routine work-home-work -> Whoaaaa!!!! Can I come back??




