or rather his disappearance he says. This summer, as I said, it was past the cleaning lady to pick up all the cushions to get them to wash, he said. Well, it was time, I thought, my sleepers, cylindrical pillow that you really like here, was almost empty and certainly a good wash would have helped to resettle a bit '. I thought so happy to wallow in the water in the heat. They spent the days and weeks, but he did not return. A few days ago I go from door to cheidere news. "I do not forgive any more," he explains. I opened my eyes. Sheets, blankets, dishes. linen and everything else "mobile" is on us, we have brought from home, but the cushion is short, as the mattress, the pillow is required! The goalkeeper is desolate. "Once we had blankets, rims in the bathrooms, many things. But with funding cuts for the right to study, as they ate we could not replace them. "Thank God that at least the houses are degraded more slowly, I thought a roof over their head we still have. But I had the same thrill: this destruction, slow creeping of any instrument to give opportunities to the less fortunate even know her well. France has also taken the tunnel killing the hopes of a better life, decent, learning, spirit critical. Of course from a level incomparably higher than Italy. However one feels surrounded by a nightmare that moves forward inexorably. Without alternatives.
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