Finished. The camp is being dismantled and sent to people in hotels around the city. The distance, unfortunately, is also 50 km, to do every day, round trip, for commuting to work or school, or college. Already there is a traffic that is intimidating, I dare not imagine the hell of next week. Ovingham, Sulmona, Marsi Luco. But why? I'm sorry, I have a bitter taste. Michael threw all his stuff into the envelopes, including Sunday, even my old roommates. They took the cars and off to new destinations. Someone will stop for a few nights in the house broken, but you can not stand, then change back home, who knows how long, who knows what will be next. The camp is over, and I think this blog.
I am very sad.
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