I was travelling for my job and only this morning I can read and write my e-mail. You know my english is terrible, but intenctionally I don't read Pippos' message, because I don,t want have any help by his correct english, I want you feel the fatigue to communicate the words of my hearth. The occidental world is now more, more little. I love my country, my Italy, but in theese days I'm american. I've suffered and cried with you. In all my life I never saw my people, all Italians, in big towns, in little villages, everywhere, so concordantly regreted.
Marco Vinicio Masoni
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