Dear Matthew,
after much suffering you off gently, with that friendliness that has always distinguished him.
Corro, once again, from Bari to give farewell to what you have always represented for me the fun is just the joy that with a capital. While driving, the memories in my mind stretch like crazy frames, but they are all filled with joy and happiness. You were the smiles, jokes, genuine affection that he felt strong enough to embrace almost evil.
Matt, remember when, during a Passover, we were in front of my house to exchange greetings, we were perhaps ten but I say, maybe in twenty or more and you are not you doing more than opening bottles of champagne? But it was not a sparkling wine that was all "your" sparkling wine and offered it with the pride similar to that of a father who speaks, without false modesty, the successes of the child.
what about the scales of chub caught with " to climb" along the Tappino that as the Romans do for Mediterranean, family called our river? And the mushrooms, your amatisimi mushrooms. Envy me, because I remember living in Bari, I was closer to those of small families that cardoncelli Frederick, Andria, lived in the Murgia. How many up early, how many raids and then get lost in the mists of Puglia, but how much freedom and carefree then, once in the chair, he tried to convey to the students.
far but I certainly remember so vivid that it seems the present. When we pass every August for the first time in Campodipietra, there was enough to greet a sign with my hand to answer your beep: but filled with small gestures of affection.
Matteo I could go on for hours, now listen: when you get to heaven, do not be afraid, there will certainly be someone ready to point you to the best places to go for cardoncelli, and porcini mushrooms, I have already done this before and then for Philip Alfred. They there to hunt woodcock go there every day.
Please do not forget to say hello. There we want to love you forever!
Hello, Mark.
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