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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