was July and a month and a half we were at war. Called to arms to handle the water, I was at Livorno to attend the course for officers at the Academy. I decided to spend Sunday in a
less sad than usual, I rented a bicycle and went to be with Antonio in Castiglioncello.
Party on my arrival from the family and Scialoja invitation to dinner. Antonella
had a shoe and left to swim in the bay. All right, diving and swimming until suddenly
while I was in the water, Antonella went up the shoe and walked quietly to the pier of the century cottage. I did not understand what had happened and with patience and effort followed her to swim.
reach the ground I knew immediately that luck had deserted me. Antonella
was conversing in the garden with an eighteen year old that I had met in Rome, by Cake or Paul
Alatri: Vittorio Gassman was. The mine would have been an unequal battle and unnecessary. Ripert up an excuse and with the bike, loaded with hatred for the student of the show. Forgave him after ten years.
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