When I was a child, living in a sort of ruin in rent at the outskirts of Pietrasanta, to dream open eyes to move into an apartment just like the ones I saw on TV.
There, I thought to myself, would not enter from the roof rainwater in storms. Moisture from the walls would not be filtered, while the tiles were definitely in a better state. The ceiling of the cabin was in panels (brand) white polystyrene - such as by packaging - and most of the beams and joists was terribly damaged, dangerous challenge the laws of physics and statics. The bad
's position antenna did not allow to see the handful of channels are strictly necessary to justify the name of "television", and those few who could see, you could see evil. But that damn shack at the foot of the hill was surrounded by greenery, with many, many yard and olive groves, fruit trees and fragrant flowers.
Vent 'years ago because I longed cursed and groaned a house in the middle of the city, allegedly a sign of civilization and progress.
Now, I curse the city and their concrete, their rude and arrogant people, without 'soul and no shame, all cocaine and consimismo. Yuck.
I want to live in the countryside. Other than apartments ...
There, I thought to myself, would not enter from the roof rainwater in storms. Moisture from the walls would not be filtered, while the tiles were definitely in a better state. The ceiling of the cabin was in panels (brand) white polystyrene - such as by packaging - and most of the beams and joists was terribly damaged, dangerous challenge the laws of physics and statics. The bad
's position antenna did not allow to see the handful of channels are strictly necessary to justify the name of "television", and those few who could see, you could see evil. But that damn shack at the foot of the hill was surrounded by greenery, with many, many yard and olive groves, fruit trees and fragrant flowers.
Vent 'years ago because I longed cursed and groaned a house in the middle of the city, allegedly a sign of civilization and progress.
Now, I curse the city and their concrete, their rude and arrogant people, without 'soul and no shame, all cocaine and consimismo. Yuck.
I want to live in the countryside. Other than apartments ...
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