E 'is not got 19 years, he returned to cycling.
When he returned he weighed 39 kg.
The only thing I said was that he saw children shoes, children's hair, clothes for children. And children. Living and dead. And who ate turnips and potato peels.
In his life he laughed, sang, danced. He 's gone always ride.
the Court did women, perhaps in return, because of its weight could not be resisted.
He had a stroke, and came out with the excuse to finally everything came into his head to anyone, the "poor man was evil," with its great fun.
He teased his wife.
He saw two children die at birth.
He saw two daughters grow up, has seen a three grandchildren and three grandchildren.
He never complained once, not hunger, not for the cold, not diseases, not for the money, not for pain, not for sadness. Never.
He told a thousand times when he worked by the dairyman, and the cheese as good as he was preparing, with a little cream, no.
now two o'clock in the afternoon he puts his coat and hat, and goes to play cards. On Wednesday, go to the market to buy bread, but after a while 'gets bored and goes to the bar. Continues to tease his wife and smokes on the sly that she continues to rebuke him.
With a great-grandson he started jumping on the bed with her shoes and his knees. It was made after combing and not stop to say how beautiful it was. With another great-grandson plays with toy cars and with the tractor. And with the third move the ears, as he did with his grandchildren.
When answering the phone is moved, for the happiness of feeling.
now has almost 87 years, the veiled eyes, the mind sometimes absent, perhaps play cards, perhaps back to Rovetta, where he was on vacation, maybe we prepare the ricotta. Or maybe sometimes you break a bit 'bales of speech "malattimedicinemorte" that feels more and more often and then goes away and thinks of nothing else.
And 'my grandfather.
And on the day of memory belongs to him.
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