The snow has melted, leaving a brown mush that has taken away the charm of these three days. Apart from the controversy about taffic messed up, the people stuck for hours in the car (including me) have failed to grasp the happiness of the white all around. Florence seemed a magical place. It was a magical place. Silence. No machine. A Venice ice where the landscape overwhelmed by the blinding light was surreal. I walked the streets doing the snow crunching under your feet and enjoying the unexpected happiness of those who, like me, took the extraordinary event by putting useless thoughts and anger. Snowball famous among friends and strangers. Drifting ice on the sidewalks and who cares if you can fall. Back child for three days of snow and feel euphoric and nothing more. feeling light as a flake falling, open your mouth to nose up and eyes closed, turned into a puppet. Now it's over. Sin ..
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