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Última publicación vie, nov 8, 2019
28 juin 1984
Quand je repense à l'été 1984 et à la palette d'émotions qui m'a alors habité, il me paraît évident que tout ce qui allait se passer au cours de ces huit semaines, coulaient de source. Mais, à l'aube de mes dix-neuf ans, je ne pouvais pas saisir l'ampleur de ce qui était en train de se jouer aux pieds des hauts pins, des abricotiers et du ciel -presque- toujours bleu de Rizzi, petit village au nord de Padoue.
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