ITALIAN (see below for Inglese)
Among the roads that I have to deal, there are two in a region of Timor-Leste called Oecussi. So far nothing strange. Pero 'Oecussi and' a region a bit 'particular,' an enclave within Indonesia, as it will remember my four readers (quote product) and the island of Timor ' divided into two parts of similar size (this 'another quotation, entirely unintentional, and I noticed a couple of days after writing it, however, more' difficult of the altar ra), the west and ' Indonesia, the East and 'the Democratic Republic of Timor-Leste. Then there 'the anomaly of Oecussi, in fact.
To get there take the ferry, which is only twice a week, partly to the 19 and arrives in the morning at 6. The ferry has room only for the passage of some nte, as they say that for Tirrenia, and the cabins are for the crew. But since 'all over the world' country, the 10 sailors of the ship rent their berths to $ 40 per trip. In addition to the ordinary and travel 15 to 150 for the machine. I embarked Monday 22 and took possession of my bunk, on average clean. There was also the key to the bathroom, which must remain locked up otherwise ordinary passengers use it too, and while 'the crew and guests of luxury. Clearly all of the hundreds of people on board along with chickens, goats and cows, not 'passengers that are in theaters, but spread to all the vacancies of the ship, including the cabin corridors. It happens so that if you go to the bathroom you have to exit the car and climb over dozens of people huddled on the floor, children, elderly, all with bra CCIA and legs are not easily identifiable through the covers, and then to pass must be very careful not to wake the entire corridor to the screams of that to which you've squeezed a hand. Worse and 'Forward to a colleague of mine who had to deal, among other passengers, with a prostitute who was in lying in the hallway surrounded by other passengers, hidden only by a blanket, and there was a line of men ready to benefit from it , as soon as he left the customer duty. 
Arrive in Oecussi, and the ship lands on the beach, because there is not a port. Only one species of stone ramp that ends in the sea. I ask my loyal aides: "Oecussi but where?" and tell me "But we are Oecussi" repress slap then I'm going to give that and repeat it with a smile "I know that we are in Oecussi, but the city where it is?" I respond "Oecussi and 'a region not a city, however the capital and' this'. then I respect around, looking for some detail that I missed and was certainly known only a beach, the people that animals dragged off the ship and some houses, perhaps 6 or 7 quite far apart. Obviously the word "case" must be understood Latu sensu. Be 'out in search of avenues to investigate, with all the tools necessary. The road 'along the beach. after several kilometers of coastal road, we arrive at your destination and do the findings of the case. When one thinks of the beach, maybe you figure Rimini, or perhaps Ostia. Here and 'tens of kilometers long beach with very few very small houses, scattered over a vast territory. It reminds me a bit 'on the beaches of Oman, but the difference' here and 'green, there are trees, lawns and plants. And a beach of broken coral and sand. Overcome some rivers nearly dry, and the show 'awesome. 
Then go on to its second annual road, and 'very far away. not in terms of distance, since they are only 80 miles but time. The road to get there in practice. It 'a path to the mountains when approaching from the sea, crosses the same river five times, the river bed, of course. Mica there are no bridges or anything like that. then continues in the bed of the river for six miles, where water and 'little, but' full of large stones that are a torture for my poor and tired bones. Inside the river, in the dry areas, there are business to shade made of straw, as big as un'ombrellone by sea, but much, much more 'spartan, below which there is a person with a few piles of stones around.
What do they do? Pietroni take the river, split them with a hammer (a hammer, not like American movies in which the clubs are forced to maybe 5 pounds), selecting them for size and make piles, waiting for someone to walk with a pickup truck and buy them. arrived at the foot of the mountains the trail becomes narrow about 3 feet and leans on the side of the hills, with a side full of debris of recent landslides, the other half collapsed into the valley. All the way and 'a zigzag to avoid obstacles or pits that lead to downstream its paths, with the terror on my part that on our heads fall off a new landslide just as we are we. arrive in view of our street, a few meters from the Indonesian border. So I ask: "Where 'the border?" And I respond, pointing to one direction. Then I look at the tops of the mountains and I guess the border is on the crest of the mountains, but my companions and I understand the misunderstanding say "No, this here." And show me a sheep track on which Bee had problems with three wheels to pass, that at a distance of 50 meters from me, led to a thatched roof, the size of the small newsstand, under which was a guy, probably involved control of the transits.
That 's the border. On the left of the picture, about where the trail ends, you can see through the thatched roof of the border post.
Bah. We start our inspection and proceed slowly on the side of the mountain, crossed homes, cabins, and 3 meters of the road 'caved in many places. How are we going to put a 7 meters wide is a mystery to me. The setting and 'film. there is no 'trace of technology, it' of modern technology. The fences are made of interwoven branches, the roofs are thatched and mud houses. The stairs of stone ordered. I guess that was so pre-history '.
Here too, we reach the end of our street and we walk softly (by car) to return. Gia 'return is supposed to take the same ship, which has now' left in the "port", which starts at 19 and arrived in the capital at 6 am. Along the way back, just as we were crossing the river of stones, we meet our other car that was parked and was collecting rock samples. One of them, run towards us and says: "They called from the ship, run to the port 'is coming low tide, and the ship must move away from the coast "to scapicollarci And so on those streets so safe, full callara in an effort to arrive on time. Run Run Run, we finally reach the sea and find? The ferry was in middle of the sea. He had gone without much ado. and we arrived at the office of the port (but really, I insist that words must be understood and the port office of the context) we ask that we can do, also because 'the alternative 'wait until Friday night, and it was only Tuesday afternoon! We were told to wait,' cause maybe the tide would be raised before 19 and then the ferry would be back to shore. Meanwhile arrives the second machine, a bite to eat in the only restaurant of the place, and here also apply the above recommendations on the significance of any terms, and we put al'ombra patiently waiting for this blessed tub back to shore. Are 14. 
When he is 18, people begin to amassing on the slide from which you enter the ferry, and we put ourselves in line with one of the two machines. After about one hour the ship comes in and lowers the bridge. What a mess, Christians, goats, chickens and machines, each pushing to enter, not even give it to me candy, on the ship. Anyways, 'in the final climb on the ferry, Place the machine and off we go. Nothing significant to add. Three days later, when the other car and its occupants had to go back, they call us saying that people will be able to embark, but not the machine, since the ship and 'route that brings you down from where you normally enter. Passengers will be taken up by the stairs, the car left them '. The ship 'was subsequently shipped to Indonesia for three weeks and the beautiful enclave of Oecussi will be' totally isolated. recommend watching this short excerpt of the video shot in Oecussi.
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ENGLISH
Among the roads that I have to carry out two of them are in a region of Timor-Leste, which is called Oecussi. So far nothing strange. But Oecussi is a region a little particular, it is un'enclave within Indonesia, as in fact remember my four readers (learned quote) the island of Timor is divided into two parts similar magnitude ( this is another learned quote, completely unintentional, and I have noticed a couple of days after writing, however this one is more difficult than the other one), the west is Indonesia, the east is the Democratic Republica de Timor-Leste. Then there is the anomaly of Oecussi, in fact.
To get there we need to take the ferry, which is only twice a week, partly to the 19 and arrive in the morning at 6. The ferry has only places for bridge, as they say those of Tirrena, and the booths are intended to manning. The 10 sailors of the ship rent their bunks to 40 dollars per trip. that are added to 15 of the ordinary travel and 150 for the car. I embarked Monday 22 and I took possession of my booth, averagely clean. There was also the key to the bathroom, which should be kept locked otherwise it may be used by ordinary passengers, but is for the crew and special guests only.
Clearly all the hundreds of people loaded with chickens, goats and cows are supposed to remain in the halls, but spread on all vacancies of the ship, including the cabins corridors etc.If you need then to go to bathroom, you need to exit the booth and override dozens of people stacked on the floor, children, elderly, all arms and legs with no easily identifiable through the covers, and therefore must pay great care not to rouse all the sleeping people due to the screams of the one whose hand you have stepped on.
It was worse for a colleague of mine, who had to confront, among other passengers, with a prostitute who exercised lying in the corridor surrounded by other passengers, hidden only by a blanket, and there was a row of men queing for her services.
We arrive in Oecussi, and the ship lands on the beach, because there is no port. Only a kind of stone ramp that ends into the sea. I ask my coworkers, "but where is Oecussi?"
And they answer "But we are in Oecussi"
I then hold the slap I am on the brink toto give and repeat, with a smile, "I know that we are in Oecussi, but where is the city?"
They respond "Oecussi is a region not a town, the capital is this."
Then I regard around, looking for some detail that I have certainly missed and what I can see is only a beach, the people who haul beasts out of the ship and some houses, perhaps 6 or 7 quite far from each other.
Obviously the word "houses" must be understood in a broad sense.
Well we start looking roads to be investigated. The road is along the beach. After several kilometers of coastal road, we arrive at our destination and carry out the necessary survey. When we think of the beach, probably we figure Rimini, or perhaps Ostia or another tourist crowded beach.
Here is a beach tens of kilometers long, with very few modest houses, scattered over a vast territory. Reminds me a bit Oman, the beaches, but the difference is that here is much of green, trees, lawns, plants. The sand consists mainly of crushed coral.
Then we run to the second road, which is really far. Not in terms of distance, as they are only 80 kilometers, but of time. The way to get there practically does not exist.
It is a path that join the seaside to the mountains, and crosses the same river five times; in the bed of the river, of course. There is no bridge or similar thing. Then it proceedes in the riverbed for about ten kilometers, where water is scarce, but is filled with large stones that represent a torment for my poor and tired bones. Inside the river, in dry areas, there are kiosks made of straw built to provide shade, below which there is a person with a few piles of stones around.
What do they do? They take the stones from the river, spliting them in pieces (with a hand hammer, not like American films where forced workers have big hammers maybe of 5 kilos), selecting them according to size and make piles, waiting for some truck to pass by and buy them.
When we reach the toe of the mountains the road becomes a narrow path about 3 meters wide and lays on the side of the hills, with several detritus of recent landslides on the road way, some portions of the road are collapsed downstream. The entire route is a challenging zigzag to avoid obstacles or chasms that lead downhill via the shortest route possible, i. e. falling down the escarpment. Additional scare comes from the possibility that a new landslide will decide to fall just at the moment we are passing there.
We arrive in view of our road, a few meters from the Indonesian border. Then I ask: "Where is the border?" And my colleagues respond pointing one direction. Then I look at the peaks of mountains, and I imagine that the border is on the ridge of mountains, but my companions understand the misunderstanding, and say: "No, this one here. Very near to us". And they indicate to me a trail on which a three wheels would have trouble passing, that after 50 meters from me, brought to a head straw, as big as a newspaper kiosk , under which there was a guy, probably assigned to the control of transit.
This is the frontier. On the left of the picture, about where the trail ends, we glimpse the straw roof of the border post.
Bah. We begin our inspection and proceed slowly on the side of the mountain; cross houses, huts, the road to 3 meters is collapsed in many places. How are we going to place e new road 7 m wide still is a mystery to me.
The setting is as in a movie. There is no trace of technology. The fences are made weaving branches, roofs are made of straws and the houses of mud. The stairs are in raw stone orderly placed.
I guess the prehistory was so.
Then we reach the end of our road and slowly we are heading back the port.
to get the same ship, which in the meantime has been in the "port". The trip starts at 19 and arrives in the capital at 6 am. Along the way back, just as we are driving along the river bed, we cross our other car that has stopped and is collecting samples of rock. One of staff, wawes at us and says:
"They called from the ship, hurry to the port since the low tide is about to start, and the ship must move away from the coast".
And so headlong to the port running as mad on so safe roads, in attempts to reach on time.
Run Run, finally we reach the sea and what do we find? The ferry is already in the midst of the sea.
And we arrive at the port ask that we can do, because the alternative is to wait until Friday evening, and it was only Tuesday afternoon ! They tell us to wait, because maybe the tide may raise before the 19 and then the ferry would be returned to shore. Meanwhile comes the second car, eat a bite in the restaurant of the place, (please remember that the word "restaurant, as well as "port" are to be intended in their wide meaning) and there we patiently wait in the shadow for this blessed boat be back to the shore . It's 14.
It's now 18, people started to gather at the chute from which you enter the ferry, and we joint the queue with one of the two cars. After about 1 hour the ship arrives, and lowers the bridge. What confusion, people, goats, hens and cars, each pushing to enter, as on the ship they give free sweets.
Fine, in the final climb on the ferry, we fix the car and leave. Nothing significant to add. Three days later, when the car with its occupants had to return, they call our office saying that people can embark, but not the car, since the ship has broken that door that lowers lo let vehicles in. Passengers are taken up with the ladders, the car is still there. The ship has been sent to Indonesia, and for three weeks the beautiful enclave of Oecussi will be "totally isolated.
I suggest the vision of this short excerpt of the video shot to Oecussi.
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