Among my childhood memories I have imprinted in my mind the image of my grandfather, who was playing cards with friends in what is called the south " cellars, places like you would call today "aggregate" in a way similar to the bar, but unlike these were attended only by men and where the only drink served was the wine.
I still remember his smile when I look out the door to greet him ... glimpses of Sunday's Italian past that I wanted to revive the mouse pad ..
I still remember his smile when I look out the door to greet him ... glimpses of Sunday's Italian past that I wanted to revive the mouse pad ..
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