10 \\ 07 \\ 2009
Now from happy, between Danes and Rugandia enjoying a "you take me by listening to an organ of" toner ", this story begins.
Perhaps even more incomprehensible to me.
story worth being told, shared, explored, experienced and savored. At the airport of
amsterdam outside shops tronneggiavano tulips and wooden clogs. Stereotype of a country.
in Venice at the start everything was closed, I wonder if exposing the square, gondolas and mandolins. Will verify the return.
In Uganda are one hour ahead. I come back from the path of the sun and yet travel in the future.
porthole (to me far) of the plane facing the sun is setting.
this hot air I breathe and swallow orange surprise this strange and powerful emotion.
I arrived in Entebbe. Italy 19:00 hours 20:00 hours Uganda.
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