A quarter of a century ago I had to be born in that Trani. I, like all children, were brought by the stork, who left me, wrapped in a clean white sheet on the chimney of the house. Logically on the roof of my parents and I could see I was up there for three days. A welcome me into the world, as always, it was a good pigeon Chicago on me without restraint, closely followed by the seagull. The second day I was struck by lightning, unfortunately I became a super hero, but I knew that certain things only happen in movies. The third day my father left the house he looked up and finally noticed my presence. He returned home and called my mother, who began complaining about the delay with which the carrier I had delivered. My father got a ladder and took me home. My first word was not Mom, but "luxury". As soon as I stopped I started to speak not more, who knows me should know. Since I discovered the existence of the sock, I did not loose more, if I could I'd use them even to the sea.
When my father grew older I give myself the mythical unlimited travel card of the State railway, with which I could unlimited travel on Italian territory and wanted abroad. I could tell because today, unfortunately, the card expires and this time forever. How sad, I could not even get me on the last lap FS, which are seen here in Torquay. I will not pay train!
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