I was contacted off-list due to anxiety about cleanliness of python-dev in respect to the following lines:

But this i tell you - if i would be an italian.. then i.. would.. Viva la mamma - per que!!!

Sob. This is **NOT** offensive against just anybody. (Except maybe that i don't take *myself* too seriously, because doing so is a bit strange on a planet which disappears in some billion years, at which time i'll be gone and away. At latest.) But especially *NOT* against italians. I *love* Italy! I'm a german!! I'm actually talking about http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=czjGpFyS-5w here, though i feel more like http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lblz8g5mQRk now. (Aah, Branduardi. He's a good one.) Hm. Maybe "that" Italy is gone now though, i haven't been there for some years ... But that is something completely different. (Dunno - is it still possible to do sightseeing? We here in Germany do have some ancient Rome stuff in good condition, just in case it would be needed? Hey - you know where you can find it ...) Yes, yes, i *love* France, too! My lovely woman and i came together during a short trip to France, 20 years ago. [Maybe we will spend our old days there, if we can afford it (and i'm able to learn the language). But *i* also can imagine some italian island south-of-Rome for that purpose.] But first i was there due to a city partnership, in 1985, football (aeh - this one you play with your feet) tournament. Small town. Played the german national anthem. Played the french national anthem. Sorry, maybe i misunderstood "Marchons, marchons". The french boys grinned anyway. I was a german goalkeeper, then. And my guest-family (little farmer) grilled their major (!!!!) rooster for me (and a second boy they hosted). I mean - i wouldn't have grilled a lion (heraldic animal) if they came to Hessen in turn! Isn't that a bit strange?? Luckily i already knew the meaning of "Je ne regrette rien". (Aah - Edith Piaf!!) But the farmers wife stated "NO RIEN!! NO RIEN!!!" in turn! Can you imagine that? Such an aggressive rooster!!! Even dead. Even *completely* eaten up! I can tell you. The worst thing was that i couldn't go to toilet for those three days, because - it was *soo* shitty! Sob. Just in case i won't get blacklisted: next time i'm contacted off-list i'll tell the story when our football (with the feet, with your feet!) team went to Poland due to city partnership in the year after tchernobyl. And guess who talked :) to the mayor of the city? Hah!! [Nose blow.] Oh, and before i forget it: my boys (Football - feet!) were mostly Turks, one Moroccan, one Italian (!), Andreas from Poland (fantastic defender on the left side!) and less than 50% germans. And we were a really good *playing* youth team. No, not always the winning team. Horsy horse says Nighty night. --Steffen Ciao, sdaoden(*)(gmail.com) ASCII ribbon campaign ( ) More nuclear fission plants against HTML e-mail X can serve more coloured and proprietary attachments / \ and sounding animations