as children my sister and I had a billion ways to kill time. even if we had stay silent and still not annoy mom and dad.
one of them was the game's birthplace.
sitting in the back seat of the car, at night, returning from one of the many visits of courtesy that my parents loved to do, acces from his window had to count how many Christmas trees saw.
without a peep from the other side. had to count out loud, not to cheat. get home who had seen less paid pawn.
the crisis has also affected this practice.
last night sitting in my passenger seat I counted only five Christmas trees.
yet returned from Padua.
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