Funny, reading the memoirs of Casanova (two volumes gigantic) I am rediscovering the love of my hometown, Venice. I live not far from a place that worships the world, yet I've never particularly popular, in fact, during the period when I had to go every day to attend high school I came to hate her (high water, above) . It's been many years and I did not put more ground. It's the place where I was born, though when I turned one, my decided to move on land. So I did not remember any childhood connected to Venice, but I repeat that it remains the place where I made my first cries, and this now acquires great importance.
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