Sometimes, especially at the back, I like to make me walk.
walk on the sidewalk for a quarter of an hour, and I run to the road that otherwise would on a crowded tram.
If it were not for the smog, the smell of exhaust and noise from Dante's circle, is pleasant to walk to this part of the city.
When I do this way, step in front of an embassy.
front of the entrance, two soldiers stationed.
I pass every time.
They are young, much younger than me.
And in the hand have a huge machine gun. A real weapon, coarse mica that does not happen always to see real guns.
Security, they say. More soldiers on the streets.
But I am afraid when I see these children dressed in green with a long black cane.
Every time we pass by, I think that the object can kill people.
fact, I think there have just created that object to kill people.
not that has other functions. Pure
a brick if you head into the nose can kill you. But not for what they built.
So when I pass them I always feel like I look bad.
And then imagine that for some reason one of these shoot me from behind.
Yesterday I made a Christmas gift.
Shortly after passing the embassy, \u200b\u200bI found a stand on a CD that I like a lot, and I no longer know how long have not bought an original disc. I paid three
€.
I have not thought about the military and their machine guns.
Then it rained all night.
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