exhausting week
Wednesday, March 17th I went to Naples, my uncle died, leaving from london 6:00 am arriving at 13:00. A train of trucks, one after the other, a tension like crazy, the fear that one of them did some shit. Anyway I'm alive.
arrived at my aunt's, racing in the mountains where they took my uncle. There I had a stroke. was unrecognizable, instead of this big, big, strongman, has become thin skinny, small, nn was him. I knew everyone in town, they all respect him, which was nearly stood up when he passed. He was called "Happy or 'crazy ".... and mo 'so happy that there is strong nn +.
lived in the mountains with his wife, nn bothered anyone, he had a farm, took care of his animals ... they were all their life, mo 'who takes care of them ... who makes me the cheese good good, why should I be 'sweet wine sweet?? who?? sheep's milk fresh from the cow who makes me try??
all crying, children, grandchildren, brother-in-law, grandchildren pro ... etc. ....
The funeral was ugly .... from there you know on earth that we are just passing through, we are no nos, are not worth a shit, princes, kings, queens, presidents, rich, poor ... etc ... we are all equal in death.
The only positive thing is that I have seen several cousins nn seen for years, new relatives I never knew that nn.
Anyway sorry, I could go on forever, I download a lot of tension but is better than giving up. Goodnight
wing prox.
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