Ice cream cakes

I should start to make pictures of what I’ve seen in my dreams. Tonight we were making ice cream cake out of ice cream and news papers. And everyone was eating. And everyone was happy. Maybe tonight I let something to go. Bolzano will be like Chernobyl for me. We were there, we were happy, we were anything, but then we left and that’s it. I shouldn’t return not to spoil my idea about that place, not to destroy my believes. Ok, that sounds too depressive, but it’s not. Not at all. Better lets go to France. I still hope to get train tickets. 

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