The planes are a wonderful means of transport and terrible. Vanish in a few hours thousands of miles away. But the heart and head will take longer.
This morning when I woke up in my bed Ronchetto (Castelveccana, ed), there was an eerie silence. Missing the sound of the generator. As if it were suddenly switched off and he was sucked into the world that fed.
Mission strange, but intense. I'm happy.
In any case, once again I'm back. And, once again, thank you all!
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