quite a few that I do not put something down, too many things put in over the summer. many festivals, so many tournaments, few holidays, organizzazionioni many, many festivals, concerts and fireworks. many beers, so many revolutions, so many mountains, and a bit of work. many barbecue, sweet & sour mojiti many thousands of kebabs in the pool. and Friday evening rolls Onti and crown. all invited of course. summer open to all. zero sun (out), very tan inside. and a lot of african style. cigarette and books, like Hemingway, writing and drinking, only that I have not gone to war. Montenegro, instead of bourbon. and a "white angel sitting by the window."
with all the love that I have done the field: the boys, the chef, George, and the merry band of animators, I loved them all, but the boys more, and perhaps many years after I get it. and it was great, really fun and somewhat relaxing. certainly relaxing, host of tensions and concerns that I had inside. uncertain future, to each his own way, but all on a wonderful adventure with lots of experience. I did not feel a smile on my face for a long, the sketches and entr'actes, the disguises, the challenges and parades, carefree laughter, the joke easily, play loose, oiled business, moved to tears, joy. the excitement and nostalgia of the end.
to each his own way, my was beautiful
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