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18th September 2016

It's 7:38 a.m, the bus that I always take to go to work is passing through a hill area, but today I'm going to the train station to join my group and leave for camping.

Outside the window there are dense woods, fields, olive groves and vineyards. Misty banks still graze on the gentle curves of the hills, wrapping them gently like the veil on a bride. In the sky it is partially hidden by clouds that are set on fire by the sun's rays.

On the sides of the state grow some acacias, cherry and plum trees that bloom in the last month of spring. While in the winter at the highest points, the landscape is covered in snow.

There are many scenarios that I would like to photograph, like the street in the distance that runs parallel to mine, on which you can see four colored garbage coffins in a row spaced equally along with the tall poplars that follow along the length of that road above the hill.

On top of one of the hills in the distance there is the medieval castle, Gradara, which dominates the surrounding plains.

My favorite part is the wheat field with the three olive trees, the field is flanked on the left by a path accompanied by a row of cypresses on both sides, the path leads upwards towards a villa. It looks like the scene of a painting.

After a steep climb, the bus arrives at a hamlet, from there to the Porche dealer there is no internet, my friends and I often joked that this was the crossroads of another dimension, so the radio signals were disturbed.

I was joking, but someone took me seriously ... thank you, God or whatever U R .

I've just closed a moment my tired eyes and now...

And now before me I see an apparently endless extension of a forest ... maybe it's all my imagination and in reality I'm still in bed to sleep;

I often dreamed of events and conversations and exchange them for reals after all.

«ahahahah...ahah...ah...»

I can feel the wind, hear the flurry of the leafs....everything...feel sooo reealllll...

Nope NoPe nope n0pe...NOPE...

«Breathe girl...Breathe.... » In...Out...IN...OUT...I!I1iN...o0OUT... H.O.L.Y M.O.T.H.E.R...

WADDA HELL IS GOING ON (°-°)

Let's check the pulse...the speed is regular... I don't think I'm drugged...Never used them...

...Temperature...I don't think I'm hot...

It's useless, I cannot deny it...

___IT'S REAL___