Sunday, January 9, 2011

Sore Throat Lump Swallow

boys track

Val Troncea: Yesterday I went back there in order to get some air "both."
I knew: cross-country skiing uphill has a special charm:

  • Dad, what's missing? (a phrase repeated 300 times I think)
  • go back?
  • Nooooooooo still rising!
  • Well, I do not want to come!
  • I'm afraid! (fog and the wolves that you know, there are)

complains in a fog, a lament continued, interrupted only support from biscuit / sandwich ..
Doubt. What am I doing? Why I brought them here?
Finally the bridge over the river and the track that curves toward the valley: that is .. down!

  • Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuppyy !!!!!
  • Watch Carola longer I'm going !!!!!!!!!!
  • Fantasticoooooooooooooooooooooo !!!!!!!
  • Amazing! (but where have heard?)
  • Ah ah, Emanuele, you fell!
With long slide on the rails and vigorous thrusts of the two arms with a Continuous laughter of joy down the valley to where all'affittasci reluctantly Restituto equipment.

In retrospect this is exactly the difference between up and down.

[top of Troncea Valley: a valley uphill!]

[long faces in the fog]

[stop sandwich]



[down]

[Emanuele, falling head]

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