A small house of Italy there was a party. It was his birthday and Mom and Dad had invited all the neighborhood kids. A mass of lively little boys, always in search of raids in the district. Unstoppable. Dad Joseph had said, mock frightened "Oh Camilla will not be too many?" and her: "I think so well I - voice and consenting to Mom nonriesceanegarenienteallasuapiccolina - but basically grew up together."
were then invited everyone.
The party was fine. Everyone enjoyed themselves. Those who ate Dique, who say it, those who danced, who made the cascamorto with the girls, who played with Lego, who the doctor, who in the war, some with the words, who with her dolls. In many combed.
But above all Italy enjoyed. And Joseph and Camilla did not ask for more at a party.
A sudden thunderstorm broke out on the garden of Italy. Thunder, lightning, rain-shower. Who escaped, who screamed, who complain, who wept, who sheltered in the house. And inside the house, took what we could call the central point of this story.
Some children had taken refuge in the luxurious lounge on the far right. They were all a bit 'down in the dumps, but still confident that the resumption party. Maybe it was just a passing storm, thunder an exception to the rules. Then
"stock" , a sudden blackout. Dark room. Excited giggles, moans barely held, the rustle of cotton, the smell of wet dog - that feels better in the dark. Again "stock" back light. You look around bewildered.
"Where are the candies that were on the table?" question asks severe and Joseph.
The kids look at each other with accusing eyes.
"Children, come on, you have already eaten much, so you'll have indigestion. ... Empty your pockets"
At that point a child - but could be named Aldo in many other ways - they up and says with a solemn tone: "I am innocent I'm sorry, but I would really like the pockets I have not the time to empty them, I have to keep playing."
What would you think a child like that? That has something to hide.
And a minister? And a prime minister?
were then invited everyone.
The party was fine. Everyone enjoyed themselves. Those who ate Dique, who say it, those who danced, who made the cascamorto with the girls, who played with Lego, who the doctor, who in the war, some with the words, who with her dolls. In many combed.
But above all Italy enjoyed. And Joseph and Camilla did not ask for more at a party.
A sudden thunderstorm broke out on the garden of Italy. Thunder, lightning, rain-shower. Who escaped, who screamed, who complain, who wept, who sheltered in the house. And inside the house, took what we could call the central point of this story.
Some children had taken refuge in the luxurious lounge on the far right. They were all a bit 'down in the dumps, but still confident that the resumption party. Maybe it was just a passing storm, thunder an exception to the rules. Then
"stock" , a sudden blackout. Dark room. Excited giggles, moans barely held, the rustle of cotton, the smell of wet dog - that feels better in the dark. Again "stock" back light. You look around bewildered.
"Where are the candies that were on the table?" question asks severe and Joseph.
The kids look at each other with accusing eyes.
"Children, come on, you have already eaten much, so you'll have indigestion. ... Empty your pockets"
At that point a child - but could be named Aldo in many other ways - they up and says with a solemn tone: "I am innocent I'm sorry, but I would really like the pockets I have not the time to empty them, I have to keep playing."
What would you think a child like that? That has something to hide.
And a minister? And a prime minister?
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