Yesterday afternoon I was walking in the middle of the countryside of Romagna, in the most remote in the world with around only miles and miles of fields. I had with me a Vespa out of gas, a cell phone without recharging, a wallet with no money, a lighter exhaust. I thought, "mine is clearly an issue of content." And so I sat on a stone to reflect on how bad lie in the middle of via Dismano, 4 miles from Walled Houses in flip-flops.
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