2010/01/12 Bergamo
Poodle
Suitcase
The bus for Chiavenna left Sils-Maria at 15:29.
We passed several deserted villages with beautiful but gloomy hotels.
The best thing was Chiavenna itself, to be more precise Chiavenna train station.
Oh, Italian train stations! Oh, the bar at Chiavenna train station!
Three elderly men and a poodle were sitting next to the door. The men were drinking red wine, the poodle was blocking the door.
One of my workers was carrying my heavy suitcase.
The 2010 outing for my employees has come to an end.
I can still feel my limoncello hangover.
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Nice stories the last days, so sad about the very bad ending, a dirty rotten limoncello hangover.
About foosball, i think the americans called this german game literally how the germans pronounce football (fussbal) but how do germans call this game, because Futbol is zu spanish?
About foosball, i think the americans called this german game literally how the germans pronounce football (fussbal) but how do germans call this game, because Futbol is zu spanish?
Careca
Try Google:Tischfußball or, more casual, Kicker
Have a pleasant recovery indeed.
@FAUST
Mephisto blocking the doorway of a train station bar, a heavy suitcase: doesn't it ring a bell? One ought to have opened the case with such disguise...( Those three men drinking red wine would not have refused that deal.) Thus turning the bad fate, for good. A noble poodle joining the household as companion surely would have looked splendid on the way to Bergamo.
I mean: shouldn't you have bought the dog from the men as a pass through to Italy to overcome bad luck?
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