When I was in the bus yesterday,I could hardly find a person younger than 70 years old...though I i talked with a 90 years old man who actually was fighting the war (the second) in Italy...he defined Italy a gentle country but Ii wondered what it could mean since when he was that the country was torn apart and divided...whatever...
No way to sleep here: I woke up at six and nobody was awaken in this centrum...fortunately I had stolen my flat-mate's guitar so at least I could play somw stuff, listening to the rain...kind of depressing though...
It will be a long day....
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