My father had a very strong grudge against his uncle. It was the fascist left home, ashamed of what he did both when he was in a black shirt, and when it dragged in the middle-class neighborhood at the end of the war.
was different for me, I'll explain.
Close your eyes, imagine the district of Santa Croce in Florence in the mid 50 . The many screaming kids, mothers and fathers who spoke from the window, pulling a slap the children before going to work: unsisamai .
You should know that already at that time had come from ' esctero the cigarettes "deterrent", the ones you should pass the smoking habit. At first they were menthol then came the ones with horrible taste.
uncle was a smoker keen to three packs a day (he died a few years later for a tumor to the tongue).
There I explain why, no one knew, but in his mind that he thought that the effect of cigarette "deterrent" to annul the nicotine . He was sure of that.
the fact you could see the gardens on a bench or chair in his living room after turning on both cigarettes took a pè a breath , first from one (the deterrent ) And then the other (than normal).
Imagine the boys stopped their games to see this freak show. At home there was no way to reason with him and remained at him astonished, impotent.
Can you see it?
The family may be hell, but sometimes it's better than the circus.
"I've always said that we wished to du heads to the"
now also reopen his eyes back in your world of fine dusts, ECUs out of control, patches, books for smoking cessation.
Do not forget, in the market there are also deterrents to stop telling stories.
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