This morning, as every morning, I brought Leo to the childcare. I delivered him to Rosy, the teacher, kissed him and wished him a good day.
But then, instead of continuing straight on the Cristoforo Colombo as every morning, I turned left, entered in the A24, towards east, looked with a smile at the long queue that was forming on the opposite lane, and in less than one hour and half I was in Campo Felice, with my new skis on my feet.
Happy birthday to me!
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