22/03/2010
Dreams
Good morning
I was in Venice; a big wave was in its way.
I remember arriving in Pisa, a place I said I would never go again, and this time it was beautiful, there was another monument together with the tower, behind it there was a house and a train station.
I was buying my ticket after Walber and somebody else, and they could not sell it, I started behaving Italian, then I quiet down, 2 hours later I still haven’t got my ticket.
I in my old home, and from my window there was a new roof on the home next to our, it reached the house across the street as well, it seemed that they killed some pigs.
Izu was there and another friend also. There was something about washing the clothes.
I remember we were having a party at home and I washing up.
Have a great week,
Andrews Roccon
Dreams
Good morning
I was in Venice; a big wave was in its way.
I remember arriving in Pisa, a place I said I would never go again, and this time it was beautiful, there was another monument together with the tower, behind it there was a house and a train station.
I was buying my ticket after Walber and somebody else, and they could not sell it, I started behaving Italian, then I quiet down, 2 hours later I still haven’t got my ticket.
I in my old home, and from my window there was a new roof on the home next to our, it reached the house across the street as well, it seemed that they killed some pigs.
Izu was there and another friend also. There was something about washing the clothes.
I remember we were having a party at home and I washing up.
Have a great week,
Andrews Roccon
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