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Carousels At The Playground

“At that time we lived in Padua which, like all big cities, becomes beautiful on holiday mornings.

My father used to take me to play in the center, in a very nice little park. I liked it especially because there were so many little carousels.

- Look, Dad, the swing with the chains! Will you push me? - There are springs, the pulley, the swing.....

“At that time we lived in Padua which, like all big cities, becomes beautiful on holiday mornings.

My father used to take me to play in the center, in a very nice little park. I liked it especially because there were so many little carousels.

- Look, Dad, the swing with the chains! Will you push me? - There are springs, the pulley, the swing..., come on, let's play! - Dad, look! Am I good?

From Sunday to Sunday my courage grew and there were no more carousels to scare me like in the beginning. How beautiful those mornings were, me and my Dad!”

Virginia Polce, 2010

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