least I'm not ashamed to say that for me to scrap my little Fiesta was a blow to the heart, a grief that still does not pass. Not opened more doors, the shock was sinister sounds, to see us in the dark but you have to put the headlights ...
.. It was my car ...
I followed up last stoically, struggling with those shaky four-wheel all the shit that m'รจ thought to do. As the nights driving up and down Roio, or storm returns from the various call centers, with eyes so tired that every single lighthouse contiunuava to look like a pixel on the screen. I had begun to drive well before it was officially mine, and I drove it until the last moment of his earthly existence as a Ford Fiesta Techno 16v. Until 18/04/2007, when I dropped into a graveyard of cars piled up. Pass the gate
dell'autodemolitore was the worst thing that memories of my life I felt as if I were to kill a person. The fact that there were stacks of papers to sign gave the whole connotation of organ traffickers. Honestly, even now I can not forgive the thing so much, not completely, anyway. Above all, I can not forgive those who, after making me pay rate absurd, when it came to pay, has run since. As soon as I pass the
Magone, we'll make a nice post psycho-socio-anthropological.
In the meantime, he can not pass this melancholy absurd. Despite his sister's going to come and live with me .. :)
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