Ogni tanto, mi dico: "ma allora, non sono il solo a fare certe riflessioni!" E la cosa, stranamente, mi consola...
On any American street, or in any airport or mall, you see the same sad tableau: A 10-year-old boy is walking with his father, whose development was evidently arrested when he was that age, judging by his clothes. Father and son are dressed identically -- running shoes, T-shirts. And jeans, always jeans. If mother is there, she, too, is draped in denim. [.....]
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