The Niolu’s Fair was such a let down ! I can’t stand how our cultural association is always cast apart in remote hidden locations just because we don’t sell crepes and sandwiches like those in the spotlights do. But I’m getting used to it, people don’t have much esteem for culture nowadays, except if it can be sold easily.
It would have been OK if everything went well in that remote place, but of course problems come by the handful: first the electricians couldn’t come with a reliable installation and the voltage was going up and down randomly, shutting down our computers randomly. That was resolved when they made people shut down their fucking percolators and garland lights.
Next thing was the ISDN line. We were said we’d get an ISDN line just for us. Turned out to be an ISDN line for another radio, that we tried to share for a moment until a guy from the organisation team came and tried to fix things, which of course made everything blow up at our noses. So we were all phoneless and since our main attraction is our online corsican database we were also sitting there aimlessly. We packed our stuff and went back to Cervione on the afternoon.
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