Sono nella tenda ricreativa. Dall'entrata si vede il sole che lentamente sta calando, ed accanto a me, dietro a white panel, the children of civil protection are cooking. We hear words of Sardinia, Tuscany, Genoa. I'm sitting on a bench, I just had to move because they entered an elderly woman. Blacks slightly graying hair, a long blue coat with yellow palms. Not wearing panties and smells of urine. Days ago was before the tabernacle of the table leaning forward. You could hear the sound of cascading water, and then I saw. The yellow stream coming out from his legs. Just in a vase of flowers. I know and I recognize its odor, although I do not see.
Before me is the man who paints, painter of t-shirts. E 'sitting with a brush in hand, his face turned toward the side that is painting and the glasses fell on the nose. It 'just got a man with a bundle and left him. Then they exchanged money and was released at the end of the book received. They wrote something, they tore a sheet and you are greeted.
The wall in front of the TV is tuned to SKY TG24 and tells of Berlusconi.
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