Monday, 25 October 2010

24/10/2010

I am at the border/immigration queue, it seems to be a trip to America or from America. The officer takes my passport and says that everything is ok.

I am with Andrea (I have lots of dreams with her lately, does it mean that my guide is a “woman” and she is telling me that she is a sister?)

I am in this hotel, the room is on the top, and there is a shop across the terrace, we are ordering a meal, a man is making fresh pasta (is it related with the pasta factory that I so want to create?).

I see the owner, I am asked to make coffee for 3 members of staff (service?). There are some pastries with strawberries, and Adirceu introduces his mother to me, I fell so glad to meet her.

Have a great day,

Andrews Roccon

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