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today 11:03
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My father worked in a steel mill; his job was to sort the scrap before it was melted. One morning he came home with two yellow bicycle frames—frame, chain, handlebar, no rims. His boss told him, "Elviro, take them home for your children, you can get the wheels from the rotamér," and somehow the wheels eventually made it home. Anyway, we finally had a bicycle. It didn’t matter that we had to share it with everyone in the courtyard, at least fifteen “gnari & gnare,” most of whom were poorer than us... at least we had a bathroom at home, the others had to shit in the river... and that’s it... Signore, io sono Irish
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