I wonder what it takes to keep a blog if you do not ever write to us. Heck, I toured recently in this blog, flipping pages with nostalgia: I was a lot real time! And not so long ago, eh. Let's say by December 1. In fact, this sudden drop in the publication of pseudo-interesting topics I did not explain. And the problem is it's not that I lack things to say, indeed. For example, today I stood there in the station waiting for the train track 2 of 19.30 "from Bologna to Venice and Saint Lucia (stops at Mestre-Venezia)," when an incident has happened out of the ordinary. Well, here comes the train and so far nothing unusual. Of course, you still leaving in the middle carriage, so I decide to head for the door on the right. The carriage was to first class. The door opens and begins to drop people. Now behind them, I notice a guy who runs, it opens the door between the two coaches, but remains virtually trapped because of people coming down the other carriage. Tracker, the controller opens the door between the two coaches with tremendous force and the two in the space where it is "strictly forbidden to stop" starting a fight. Unfortunately, the buzz was very strong and I could not understand what they were saying. I just heard "if you do not have any money ..." and that's it. The fact is that after a while, among the jostling, the guy managed to get off on the run. It was a Chinese, or at least an Oriental, with a huge black suitcase in tow. The controller was immediately rushed to the track and began the pursuit. Scene worthy of a nice little film. Then I do not know how it turned out the thing, but I know that from the parts of Mira, the controller, a boy probably my age if not younger, after asking me a ticket, you slumped on his seat in front of me. I wanted to ask him how it had come, but it was awfully dark in my face and I did not dare open my mouth.
short, an episode which I quoted just stupid enough to write something. And now, with your permission, I'm going to bed too.
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