Last night I dreamed my father.
was dressed elegantly, with a dark suit - complete - shirt and tie.
was en route to Palermo in the range of his many travels.
gave me letters and postcards to send.
Among other things, 'it was a sealed envelope that I was curious and tried to read the address of the recipient.
My father became impatient and s'adoperava because I could not read it: he tried to hide that address by inverting the bag, covering it with your hand or stacked on other packages.
Would end that he was to mail everything, cards and envelopes in a mailbox.
I stayed with the curiosity to know.
was en route to Palermo in the range of his many travels.
gave me letters and postcards to send.
Among other things, 'it was a sealed envelope that I was curious and tried to read the address of the recipient.
My father became impatient and s'adoperava because I could not read it: he tried to hide that address by inverting the bag, covering it with your hand or stacked on other packages.
Would end that he was to mail everything, cards and envelopes in a mailbox.
I stayed with the curiosity to know.
(the night of October 10, 2010)
My father, especially when I was little, when I travel I always send postcards, even several per day: Calorina were very colorful, sometimes with a performance of traditional costumes the place where he was. He wrote a few terse sentences and fill the remaining space with beautiful colored stamps of the country where he was.
In one day we were delivered at home two or three cards.
was his way of thinking of us when he was traveling. Some
of these postcards, I still have them there.
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