Incoming Bedford
now missing a handful of hours at the Rendez Vous for the trip.
In a corner, the recorder grind discography of Black Sabbath. My father, however, insists that I should sleep. I already know that will never happen, but he's battered quite resolved in his cock. Unhappy with him ... I can almost envision Bedford, the usual English town. The usual storage place of foreign students (not vedeteci derogatory statement). But I have no idea what I expect from the IT perspective. Will I be able to keep you informed of what's happening? You deeply interested public? I do not know, but I hope so.
The case is still open and the hand luggage tired, but what is missing is very little. As usual, I forget something. So do not worry me too much and I "enjoy" the last Cagliari moments of heat. Not that I expect that somewhere freezing cold in England. But perhaps a little 'rain I can catch.
In all honesty, I Termit. Look forward to hearing soon, one way or another.
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