giovedì 4 giugno 2009

The lost suitcase

The old neighbourg was walking in the park, like every day.
Always wearing the same clothes, always with the same suitcase.
He was strange, quiet and lonely, but always with the same peaceful expression.
One afternoon he fell asleep under a tree.
Some children stole his suitcase and ran away. They were afraid of him but wanted to know what he had in it.
After he woke up without his suitcase, he had looked for it for hours, feeling worried.
Finally he found the children and the suitcase, opened.
"There is nothing in it!" said a child.
"Ther are all my memories, there are all my dreams... all my life"

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