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15. Snow… Snow… Snow…

Snow… snow… snow… When I was a boy I liked snow. It made me happy, today not so much!

From my window everything is white and the flakes fall thick, I think tonight it will already be deep. This is not usual for Florence, and everything becomes more complicated. To get to my house, situated on a small hill overlooking Florence, I have to take an uphill winding road.
It will not be easy to go out and come back home. If it snows longer, I shall have to stay stranded in the house and wait until the weather improves!
Even Lupo is a little shocked. The snow is a novelty for him and when we do go out he is not accustomed to sinking into the snow and does not have the courage to run.

I was thinking what I remember about snow, so as to be able to tell you of some moments in my life – but nothing special. I am ashamed to say it, but I do not know how to ski and I hate the cold, maybe it’s an excuse.
When I was a boy, skiing was a sport or pastime of the wealthy. The economic conditions of my family were not such that we could afford to ski!
Sometimes, I like to fly my helicopter over the peaks of Abetone, altitude about 5000 feet, among the snow-capped peaks. I land next to a refuge where they know me well and welcome me.
My kids and friends go skiing until dusk. I wait for them in the refuge in the heat of the fireplace. They will often cook some tortellini they have hand made especially for me!
We haven’t been there for about two years now. I’ll have to re-establish this again – very special and great fun!

My dear friends I embrace you

I LOVE YOU

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