So. Here I am. The first of 60 pages. This makes me anxious. What should I write about? I am Italian, so: Berlusconi? Food? Berlusconi and Food? Or film and food? Maybe just film. Or maybe something personal. I turned 41 this year and I feel like shit. Berlusconi is 77, and he’s still a fighter. You can blame the man for many reasons – and I do blame him deeply – but you cannot say he’s going away peacefully. But I don’t want to talk of Berlusconi. It’s depressing. And even Italians don’t understand the Berlusconi-phenomenon, how could a German reader? My English sucks. I will never make it with 60 pages. My girlfriend bought cheap extra virgin olive oil. That’s something a woman shoudn’t do. There’s an unwritten rule about extra virgin olive oil. It has to be good. Every other food may be accepted even if mediocre. But olive oil is basic. It’s fundamental. You guys know that?