I remember the earthquake in Friuli 
I remember exactly two years ago, the earth had trembled for a few seconds. Nothing extraordinary here, in Friuli, you end up getting used. E 'on the run to get there, to really worry. The earthquake of 1976 but was a party. We children had a huge tent for all of us, did not go to school, stay awake Late, great to confabulation between them leaving us free to roll in the grass and beat to a pulp: how to live in camp within the city. I'm not even scared when I saw the first shock, one that seemed to never end. I remember that my mother had a habit of rocking me to sleep on the bed. For a long time I continued to stay quiet until I opened my eyes and I realized that the room was empty. My father has fallen in the room a moment before turning into the surprise terror, was a snap. I remember two years ago was different, I got scared a lot. Yet there was no damage, nothing, a small helmet without stumbling. It made me fear the noise, the roar coming from somewhere under your feet. And 'the land that roars in some way, move that tells me trouble, my weight, I get bored. And that makes you think. That we are incapable of small little things to stay stuck in the ground, that we are worse than carrots. And there's no field in which to roll and I do not like most campsites and one night if I sleep on the floor the next morning I have to manually twist the neck and that the next time I could finish in the great out in confabulation tent while the kids are asleep. E, sorry not me goes. (I remember
Fineberg )
I remember exactly two years ago, the earth had trembled for a few seconds. Nothing extraordinary here, in Friuli, you end up getting used. E 'on the run to get there, to really worry. The earthquake of 1976 but was a party. We children had a huge tent for all of us, did not go to school, stay awake Late, great to confabulation between them leaving us free to roll in the grass and beat to a pulp: how to live in camp within the city. I'm not even scared when I saw the first shock, one that seemed to never end. I remember that my mother had a habit of rocking me to sleep on the bed. For a long time I continued to stay quiet until I opened my eyes and I realized that the room was empty. My father has fallen in the room a moment before turning into the surprise terror, was a snap. I remember two years ago was different, I got scared a lot. Yet there was no damage, nothing, a small helmet without stumbling. It made me fear the noise, the roar coming from somewhere under your feet. And 'the land that roars in some way, move that tells me trouble, my weight, I get bored. And that makes you think. That we are incapable of small little things to stay stuck in the ground, that we are worse than carrots. And there's no field in which to roll and I do not like most campsites and one night if I sleep on the floor the next morning I have to manually twist the neck and that the next time I could finish in the great out in confabulation tent while the kids are asleep. E, sorry not me goes. (I remember Fineberg ) 
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