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Anonymous
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I worked in Italy for a period and I learned car driving in Roma.
My driving school teacher was a giant Italian man in his fifties.
He sat beside me in the car while I was driving. Each time when
he wanted me to slow down, he would say in Italian, "piano, piano,
piano." When he wanted me to accelerate, he would say in English
"too much gas, too much gas, too much gas!"
Whether it was piano or too much gas, he would always use his
hands to make emphasis, as if Pavarotti was teaching me to drive.
So musical language, so unforgettable experience!
My driving school teacher was a giant Italian man in his fifties.
He sat beside me in the car while I was driving. Each time when
he wanted me to slow down, he would say in Italian, "piano, piano,
piano." When he wanted me to accelerate, he would say in English
"too much gas, too much gas, too much gas!"
Whether it was piano or too much gas, he would always use his
hands to make emphasis, as if Pavarotti was teaching me to drive.
So musical language, so unforgettable experience!