comment received on the Debacle of the Commissioner must be an answer. When I was young I remember you were all friends on a bench clear, yellow, especially in summer, from which stories, suggestions, ideas, hopes, dreams, Scazzi, loves, and so on. That bench was our social network. Over the years the bench utilities changed, my friends and I were different, growing up, we had another, often every man for himself. When a September evening, I remember, we were on the bench in two, instead of fifteen / sixteen, we realized that a lot of time had passed since the first time, by the time you placed it in that place that bench overlooking the sea. Me and my friends we were the first to sit a few hours after the bench had been placed there. Probably the latter. It has now been replaced with a backless bench in pink concrete. That's it.
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