Yesterday morning the wind was pushing me back, I casually scratched his cheeks, he invited me to go home with gusts intermmitenti and insistent, as if to remind me that a guest in this country are exceedingly well received, and perhaps I should leave the job to someone else. A
prescidedere the metaphorical value, we are talking about a real situation, Miss forecasts had announced the previous evening, a storm of wind would have scrambled through the city, disheveled trees, peeled the roofs.
as an immigrant in a foreign land with delusions of leadership I realized only after a couple of hours taking it in a somewhat 'too personal. After I
refuge in a cafe 'and have turned a thought to Icelanders who sell frozen fish without having to open the freezer, I put my heart in peace and I went to work, where, like every day, I see seventy percent of what customers were telling me, otherwise I leave space intuition. Or imagination.
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