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Fremantle again


Lighthouse

Fremantle Fremantle.
Part Two.

seems like yesterday.
But eight months have passed. What would you
enclosed.
Place a ball and chain. Or do
mark by Cannavaro.
But he is always running and you're the White Rabbit.
Sottindendo time.

And it 'strange to have the feeling of coming home from the house when you're true to twenty thousand kilometers.
This City 'and' special proportion.
Maybe even me.
Citta 'lucky.
The City 'that I welcomed on this continent of wonders. The city
'I said: "Italy world champion."
The City 'which made me discover the place I dreamed of creating.
The Old Fire Station.
came with smiling faces that say "Welcome back Richard 'and' almost too much.
City 'that has something magical.
City 'where a camera practically dead back to life. Where a heroic
van whose engine runs with two cylinders instead of four, to roar back as a gran turismo.
Citta 'special friends find where you left a few months before. What
as withdrawal symptoms are all back at home base. And many
for the truth 'if they are not never even gone.

Citta 'who knows di Cottesloe Beach.
Quando hai voglia stare in compagnia.
Scarborough.
Quando hai voglia di vedere un mare incazzato e affascinante.
E poi North Fremantle.
Quando hai voglia di stare da solo.
E farti un bagno assieme ai delfini dopo una giornata di lavoro.
Tutto nel raggio di quindici chilometri.

E poi un ultima cosa.
Una cosa che mi ha fatto invidia, ma anche un piacere infinito.
Una di quelle cose che di solito tieni per te.
Una di quelle cose che scrivi sulle pagine del diario.
Non su un blog.

Alex.
Il manager dell' Old Fire Station.
Viene da me una mattina mentre faccio colazione.
Mi mette davanti la sua tazza di caffe' e mi chiede: "Riccardo, but it 's all right? "
I looked at him strangely.
And he says to me, looking at the hall of' Old Fire.
" No, because it 's too good to be true. "

deep breath.

Stay tuned. What
who is not on the blog and 'a large tourist coll' adhesive climbing.