A warm afternoon in mid-August in the shade of tents, an outdoor bar, a story and a stolen shot AFA Milan.
are memories of a time gone, now distant in time, memories of a young woman with memories of a war that we have lived only in history books and that you have lived firsthand.
staring, shown in the memories and the voice that recounts the events of that time as if it were yesterday ... .. and eyes set in a time that is no longer, I saw sadness, nostalgia ... ...
I was deeply impressed those eyes that look sad and yet sweet and deep ...... just like the bottom of the coffee drunk ...
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