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I was walking inside this grey train, nobody had bothered in painting the metallic walls, but there was too much sunlight coming through the...
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Behind the river

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They were not always ugly. I remember some good sundays, when I was a child and we went on expeditions and pretended to be other people. I ...
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Silent Paris

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It never felt like christmas, perhaps because we never had a tree to smell at the apartment, or because everything related to my idea of ch...
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