{"id":1962,"date":"2024-12-01T22:28:24","date_gmt":"2024-12-01T22:28:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/4thbliss.com\/?p=1962"},"modified":"2024-12-04T21:26:11","modified_gmt":"2024-12-04T21:26:11","slug":"dream-my-own-car","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/4thbliss.com\/?p=1962","title":{"rendered":"Driving Licence: A Funny Journey"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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3.6K Euros in Pocket & Bought 18K Euros of Car.<\/strong><\/span><\/h5>
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Grandpa\u2019s Driving Saga In Mountains:<\/strong><\/h5>
Ah, boy, let me tell you how I got my driving license in Italy.<\/h5>

You know how much I love driving\u2014the open road, the wind in my hair, the engine purring like a content cat. But, boy, this journey? It was more like an adventure straight out of a comedy movie.
So, let me take you back.<\/h5>
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Imagine:<\/strong><\/h5>
I didn\u2019t have a European driver\u2019s license\u2014obviously. I had an Indian one, which in Italy was useless. So, I had to get a European license. Sounds easy, right? Wait\u2026 NO \ud83d\ude02<\/h5>
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European Driver\u2019s License<\/strong><\/h5>
It seems simple\u2014until I realized this:<\/h5>
The theory exam was in Italian. At that time, my Italian skills were basically “Caff\u00e8, per favore,” \u2014let’s be honest\u2014it doesn\u2019t help much when you\u2019re trying to pass an exam that even Italians find difficult.<\/h5>
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So, I joined a driving school in Italy. The only problems were:<\/h5>
  • I understood only 10% of what was going on in lessons.<\/h5><\/li>
  • The textbook and practice papers? All in Italian.<\/h5><\/li>
  • The teacher? Spoke Italian faster than Ferrari. I felt like I was in a foreign movie without subtitles. \ud83e\udd28<\/h5><\/li><\/ul>
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    Are you with me so far? Hmm\u2026<\/h5>
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    I started thinking, “There must be a way around this.”<\/em> I considered every shady shortcut you can imagine\u2014I even thought about calling a few dodgy characters from the underworld. But every time, I reached the same conclusion: “Don\u2019t do it, kid. It\u2019s risky. It\u2019s full of scams. Even Italians struggle with this test.”<\/em><\/h5>
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    So, I made a decision: LET\u2019S STUDY.<\/strong> \ud83d\ude10 (It was a Good Decision. right?)<\/h5>
    \u00a0<\/h5>
    Now, picture this:<\/strong><\/h5>
    • I was already juggling my master\u2019s thesis (Transmutation Trajectory Analysis of a Fusion-Fission Reactor<\/em>),<\/h5><\/li>
    • A part-time teaching job (Mathematics to students who hate Mathematics<\/em>),<\/h5><\/li>
    • And a mountain of other stuff (Italian bureaucracy, my small business\u2026).<\/h5><\/li><\/ul>
      \u00a0<\/h5>
      But, before any exam, I do my Analysis about that subject like Sherlock Holmes. So I found: \ud83e\uddd0<\/h5>
      • The exam has 40 questions, and you need 36 correct answers to pass. 36! Do you know how hard that is when you\u2019re still figuring out how to say \u201cleft turn\u201d in Italian?<\/h5><\/li>
      • The exam has 75% easy, 15% tricky, to 10% difficult questions.<\/h5><\/li>
      • I have 30 minutes to complete it.<\/h5><\/li>
      • There\u2019s an audio option, where questions are read in Italian…Santa Maria<\/em> (But for me, it was distracting, so I decided to read.)<\/h5><\/li><\/ul>
        \u00a0<\/h5>
        Everytime-Everywhere-Me and Practice Questions\u2014bus stations, on buses, train stations, in trains, grocery store lines. I stopped bicycling to avoid exhaustion. Google Translate became my best friend. \ud83e\uddd1\u200d\ud83e\udd1d\u200d\ud83e\uddd1<\/h5>
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        For five months, diving deeper and deeper into the material like a detective on the case of the century.<\/h5>
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        The Day Before the Exam \u2013 Is Enough to Break My Hope<\/strong><\/h5>
        When I thought everything was going fine, my school arranged a practice exam. Guess what? I made FIVE mistakes. Five! Five mistakes in a practice exam. The drama was real. Everyone was like, \u201cThis guy? He\u2019s not gonna pass.\u201d IMPOSSIBLE…<\/h5>
        But do you know, if you do not move forward, you are always stuck at one point, endlessly waiting and asking yourself, ‘Am I ready now?’ Go and fail. Failing is better. For an honest person, failure is the best teacher.<\/strong><\/h5>
        But I also have a secret weapon \u2014 Faith<\/strong>.<\/h5>
        “Boy: If you work hard and stay honest, God will help you. And even if you fail, maybe God\u2019s got a better plan.”<\/strong><\/h5>
        \u00a0<\/h5>
        So the big day came. I just had a coffee, took a deep breath, and relaxed in the peaceful moments before the storm. Ah, the calm before the chaos.<\/h5>
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        The Exam \u2013 ALIEN SYSTEM 1940’s MOVIE!!<\/strong><\/h5>
        \u00a0<\/h5>
        I walked into the exam, and what did I see? A computer system that looked like it was straight out of a 1940s sci-fi movie. The buttons? Stuck. The screen? Flickering like a haunted television. And there were no instructions! I spent THREE whole minutes just trying to figure out how to click the first question and move to the next one. \ud83e\udd28<\/h5>
        \u00a0<\/h5>
        My nerves were through the roof. But then, I remembered something my grandfather used to say: “Focus on the goal. Stay calm.”<\/em><\/strong> (That\u2019s also how I cured my speaking disorder when I was your age.)<\/h5>
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        Finally, I clicked submit…. And,<\/em><\/h5>
        When I was just leaving school, I saw a dangerous accident on the road. A girl hit an old man\u2019s car badly while trying to cross the yellow light. Fortunately, both were okay, but the car was destroyed. I helped the old man; he was alright but in shock. It was so scary that, for a while, I thought, \u201cIs it the right decision to get a license in Italy?\u201d<\/em>\u00a0 Girls are dangerous here…..\ud83e\udd28<\/h5>
        But then, hours later, the phone rang…<\/h5>
        The voice on the other end said: \u201cGurav sei promotato.\u201d<\/em> Meaning I was promoted! To the next level. My driving journey in Europe had almost begun.<\/h5>
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        The Instructor \u2013 A Comedy of Misunderstandings<\/strong><\/h5>
        \u00a0<\/h5>
        But wait, the real fun hadn\u2019t started yet. Now, I had to face the driving instructor. He didn\u2019t speak English, and after I passed the theory exam with just one mistake, he assumed I was fluent in Italian. Ha! Tada!!!<\/h5>
        Now, imagine this:<\/strong><\/h5>
        I\u2019m sitting in a car with a guy who speaks Italian faster than a Ferrari on the highway. And me? I\u2019m sitting there like a deer caught in headlights. I had no idea what the instructor was instructing\u2026 exactly like this face \ud83d\ude10<\/h5>
        In addition, I was like you. I don\u2019t understand directions like ‘turn right’ or ‘turn left’\u2014not even in my mother tongue! Unless you start waving your arms around like a traffic cop. So, my poor instructor thought it was an Italian language issue.<\/em><\/h5>
        Finally, after three months, the instructor said, \u201cGurav \u00e8 pronto per l\u2019esame\u201d<\/em>\u2014\u201cGourav is ready for the final test.\u201d<\/h5>
        \u00a0<\/h5>
        The Pre-Exam Test \u2013 Professor Severus Snape<\/strong><\/h5>
        \u00a0<\/h5>
        But there was one more obstacle before the final exam: the pre-exam test.<\/h5>
        \u00a0<\/h5>
        I got an old, strict instructor for this exam. He was strict and, guess what? He spoke Italian but in Napolitano (for foreigners, it sounds like Italian, but for Italians, it\u2019s Napolitano).<\/h5>
        \u00a0<\/h5>
        To bring my hope to zero, he put me in a red Fiat Panda\u2014a car I had never driven before in my life. And we started driving through highway traffic, city streets, and at night. It felt like I was with my wife, and only she had the right to speak. It was like surviving a storm in a boat with no oars.<\/h5>
        \u00a0<\/h5>
        I was thinking, ‘If I listen to the instructor\u2019s instructions, I\u2019m going to crash!’<\/em> So, I had to say, ‘Si, si,’<\/em> but do what I can see. My main job was to take this old man back to school alive without giving him a heart attack. \ud83d\ude10<\/h5>
        \u00a0<\/h5>
        I didn\u2019t fully understand what he said to the school, but in the end, his eyes spoke louder than words. He was smiling and, without saying a word, telling me, ‘You\u2019re a good driver.’<\/em><\/h5>
        \u00a0<\/h5>
        The Final Exam<\/strong><\/h5>
        Now, the big day arrived. I was nervous\u2026 because examiner feedback was like a girl\u2019s comments on her ex-boyfriend: cryptic and nerve-wracking. You\u2019re young; you\u2019ll understand someday.<\/h5>
        \u00a0<\/h5>
        At one point, he asked me to park the car. So, I did what I always do\u2014no shame in asking for help, especially when safety is on the line. I politely said, \u2018Controllare dietro, per favore,\u2019<\/em> which means, \u2018Please watch the back.\u2019<\/em> And guess what? He actually did! \ud83d\ude03<\/h5>
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        In the end, the examiner said, ‘You have the best steering control among all the students today.’<\/em> \ud83c\udfc6\u2728
        And he said all of this in English… which was the biggest plot twist of the day! \ud83e\udd28
        That\u2019s how I brought you here today to enjoy the mountains\u2026 wait, the story isn\u2019t complete.<\/h5>
        The Car Hunt \u2013 But Not Today\u2026 I Need Rest\u2026<\/strong><\/h5><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/article><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/article><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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        Always Push Your Limits By Exceed, What You Can Afford. 3.6K Euros in Pocket & Bought 18K Euros of Car. \u00a0 Trick To Pass Any Exam In Life!! Grandpa\u2019s Driving Saga In Mountains: Ah, boy, let me tell you how I got my driving license in Italy. You know how much I love driving\u2014the open road, the wind in my hair, the engine purring like a content cat. But, boy, this journey? It was more like an adventure straight out of a comedy movie.So, let me take you back. \u00a0 Imagine: I didn\u2019t have a European driver\u2019s license\u2014obviously. I had an Indian one, which in Italy was useless. So, I had to get a European license. Sounds easy, right? Wait\u2026 NO \ud83d\ude02 \u00a0 European Driver\u2019s License It seems simple\u2014until I realized this: The theory exam was in Italian. At that time, my Italian skills were basically “Caff\u00e8, per favore,” \u2014let’s be honest\u2014it doesn\u2019t help much when you\u2019re trying to pass an exam that even Italians find difficult. \u00a0 So, I joined a driving school in Italy. The only problems were: I understood only 10% of what was going on in lessons. The textbook and practice papers? All in Italian. The teacher? Spoke Italian faster than Ferrari. I felt like I was in a foreign movie without subtitles. \ud83e\udd28 \u00a0 Are you with me so far? Hmm\u2026 \u00a0 I started thinking, “There must be a way around this.” I considered every shady shortcut you can imagine\u2014I even thought about calling a few dodgy characters from the underworld. But every time, I reached the same conclusion: “Don\u2019t do it, kid. It\u2019s risky. It\u2019s full of scams. Even Italians struggle with this test.” \u00a0 So, I made a decision: LET\u2019S STUDY. \ud83d\ude10 (It was a Good Decision. right?) \u00a0 Now, picture this: I was already juggling my master\u2019s thesis (Transmutation Trajectory Analysis of a Fusion-Fission Reactor), A part-time teaching job (Mathematics to students who hate Mathematics), And a mountain of other stuff (Italian bureaucracy, my small business\u2026). \u00a0 But, before any exam, I do my Analysis about that subject like Sherlock Holmes. So I found: \ud83e\uddd0 The exam has 40 questions, and you need 36 correct answers to pass. 36! Do you know how hard that is when you\u2019re still figuring out how to say \u201cleft turn\u201d in Italian? The exam has 75% easy, 15% tricky, to 10% difficult questions. I have 30 minutes to complete it. There\u2019s an audio option, where questions are read in Italian…Santa Maria (But for me, it was distracting, so I decided to read.) \u00a0 Everytime-Everywhere-Me and Practice Questions\u2014bus stations, on buses, train stations, in trains, grocery store lines. I stopped bicycling to avoid exhaustion. Google Translate became my best friend. \ud83e\uddd1\u200d\ud83e\udd1d\u200d\ud83e\uddd1 \u00a0 For five months, diving deeper and deeper into the material like a detective on the case of the century. \u00a0 The Day Before the Exam \u2013 Is Enough to Break My Hope When I thought everything was going fine, my school arranged a practice exam. Guess what? I made FIVE mistakes. Five! Five mistakes in a practice exam. The drama was real. Everyone was like, \u201cThis guy? He\u2019s not gonna pass.\u201d IMPOSSIBLE… But do you know, if you do not move forward, you are always stuck at one point, endlessly waiting and asking yourself, ‘Am I ready now?’ Go and fail. Failing is better. For an honest person, failure is the best teacher. But I also have a secret weapon \u2014 Faith. “Boy: If you work hard and stay honest, God will help you. And even if you fail, maybe God\u2019s got a better plan.” \u00a0 So the big day came. I just had a coffee, took a deep breath, and relaxed in the peaceful moments before the storm. Ah, the calm before the chaos. \u00a0 The Exam \u2013 ALIEN SYSTEM 1940’s MOVIE!! \u00a0 I walked into the exam, and what did I see? A computer system that looked like it was straight out of a 1940s sci-fi movie. The buttons? Stuck. The screen? Flickering like a haunted television. And there were no instructions! I spent THREE whole minutes just trying to figure out how to click the first question and move to the next one. \ud83e\udd28 \u00a0 My nerves were through the roof. But then, I remembered something my grandfather used to say: “Focus on the goal. Stay calm.” (That\u2019s also how I cured my speaking disorder when I was your age.) \u00a0 Finally, I clicked submit…. And, When I was just leaving school, I saw a dangerous accident on the road. A girl hit an old man\u2019s car badly while trying to cross the yellow light. Fortunately, both were okay, but the car was destroyed. I helped the old man; he was alright but in shock. It was so scary that, for a while, I thought, \u201cIs it the right decision to get a license in Italy?\u201d\u00a0 Girls are dangerous here…..\ud83e\udd28 But then, hours later, the phone rang… The voice on the other end said: \u201cGurav sei promotato.\u201d Meaning I was promoted! To the next level. My driving journey in Europe had almost begun. \u00a0 The Instructor \u2013 A Comedy of Misunderstandings \u00a0 But wait, the real fun hadn\u2019t started yet. Now, I had to face the driving instructor. He didn\u2019t speak English, and after I passed the theory exam with just one mistake, he assumed I was fluent in Italian. Ha! Tada!!! Now, imagine this: I\u2019m sitting in a car with a guy who speaks Italian faster than a Ferrari on the highway. And me? I\u2019m sitting there like a deer caught in headlights. I had no idea what the instructor was instructing\u2026 exactly like this face \ud83d\ude10 In addition, I was like you. I don\u2019t understand directions like ‘turn right’ or ‘turn left’\u2014not even in my mother tongue! Unless you start waving your arms around like a traffic cop. So, my poor instructor thought it was an Italian language issue. Finally, after three months, the instructor said, \u201cGurav \u00e8 pronto per l\u2019esame\u201d\u2014\u201cGourav is ready for the final test.\u201d \u00a0 The Pre-Exam Test \u2013 Professor Severus Snape \u00a0 But there was one more obstacle before the final exam: the pre-exam test. \u00a0 I got an old, strict instructor for this exam. He was strict and, guess what? He spoke Italian but in Napolitano (for foreigners, it sounds like Italian, but for Italians, it\u2019s Napolitano). \u00a0 To bring my hope to zero, he put me in a red Fiat Panda\u2014a car I had never driven before in my life. And we started driving through highway traffic, city streets, and at night. It felt like I was with my wife, and only she had the right to speak. It was like surviving a storm in a boat with no oars. \u00a0 I was thinking, ‘If I listen to the instructor\u2019s instructions, I\u2019m going to crash!’ So, I had to say, ‘Si, si,’ but do what I can see. My main job was to take this old man back to school alive without giving him a heart attack. \ud83d\ude10 \u00a0 I didn\u2019t fully understand what he said to the school, but in the end, his eyes spoke louder than words. He was smiling and, without saying a word, telling me, ‘You\u2019re a good driver.’ \u00a0 The Final Exam Now, the big day arrived. I was nervous\u2026 because examiner feedback was like a girl\u2019s comments on her ex-boyfriend: cryptic and nerve-wracking. You\u2019re young; you\u2019ll understand someday. \u00a0 At one point, he asked me to park the car. So, I did what I always do\u2014no shame in asking for help, especially when safety is on the line. I politely said, \u2018Controllare dietro, per favore,\u2019 which means, \u2018Please watch the back.\u2019 And guess what? He actually did! \ud83d\ude03 \u00a0 In the end, the examiner said, ‘You have the best steering control among all the students today.’ \ud83c\udfc6\u2728And he said all of this in English… which was the biggest plot twist of the day! \ud83e\udd28That\u2019s how I brought you here today to enjoy the mountains\u2026 wait, the story isn\u2019t complete. 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