What I remember of 1957? I lay on the couch in the evening after dinner before being sent to bed and in limbo at the wonderful accompanying sleep, I listened to my chat, to furtively checking that you were not listening, finally free to use the dialect among themselves, and use unknown words and facts, it seemed like a foreign language, and therefore incomprehensible magic. I only felt the rhythm of Lombardy, and the soporific sound of "a send up n ul Sputnik, Laika Pora, seems to me the Montesi mazada the lu, I felt that radio was the day we have Dervio ul Self Service in Rome? Well, I went preferisarò ancamò in dala drugheria dela Pina, there inscì podet you sign in the booklet . "Until I woke up and sent me to bed, the sheets frozen but when my mother had put the boule (strictly" boule "no hot water bottle!)
Meanwhile, we also depopulated Platters ...
Meanwhile, we also depopulated Platters ...
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