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e poi durante una cena insieme ai motociclisti russi sempre il nostro aMMerigano scrive:

Nothing’s more boring than sobriety among drunks. I had to formulate a dignified escape, it wasn’t even sundown yet. Between forty of us we knew forty common words and used them with pantomime to communicate. The vodka was slowing that process to lengthy handshakes and fragmented thoughts. Toasts were rambling longer but the message was consistent; we’re all brothers. A worthy concept considering our respective governments still target each other with a large enough nuclear arsenal to melt us all into the stone age.