 it was. He busied himself creating a brand new one through novels and trips.

Then a new life entered the hospital by boat with the clothing of immigrants. It was not easy to treat them. Their far away world remained mysterious and unknown. Because they wanted to be left alone, too. But Vladimir could not avoid an odd deep feeling of admiration, that his father would have criticized. Damned, those people had plenty of courage and faith. Maybe unconsciously. I would like to see you, abandoning everything behind – colors, panoramas, loves, memoires – hoping to survive. And then hoping to find help and empathy. And hoping for a better life. A Russian roulette.

Thus, he never lost a chance to hire a colored caretaker or nurse, maybe lying on the resume to give them a job. If they were fine, they would have been happy and would not have given us any trouble. That was the true war to terrorism. Because it is true that one becomes threatening and hostile when he is compelled. So thought Doctor Vladimir Carugati, while he was coming back home by subway. Two young gypsies made a duo, one played the accordion the other the guitar with an amplifier. Vladimir was nostalgic of his piano lessons, while he was putting a couple of coins in the paper glass. Then, it would have been the right moment. His father was right, being a soloist would have been too ambitious. But he could play in a big orchestra. That was the life he had lost.

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Jackie, after the childbirth, never recovered. She dragged in the roads, becoming a drug addict again. She died of an overdose one year after. Igor went on playing alone in the subway for five years.

Same smiles, same indifference, same bullies. But more competition and less money around. In the same moment when Vladimir lost forever his piano lessons, Igor lost his life to a bad case of pneumonia.

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2025

**By Valentina LaScala**

"The good weather favored the landing of the clandestine immigrants on the Puglia, Calabria and Sicily coast." The journalist voice was neutral and contrasted with her mildly sexy garments. A black jacket opened on a white top showing the top of her breasts. They were small breasts, not like those pumped up by the surgeon.

"The number of the immigrants are unusually high
it was. He busied himself creating a brand new one through novel and slip. 

 Then a new life entered the hospital by gravy boat with the clothing of immigrants. It was not easy to treat them. Their far aside world remained cryptic and strange. Because they wanted to be leave alone, too. But Vladimir could not keep off an curious deep feeling of admiration, that his father would have criticized. curse, those people had plenty of courage and religion. Maybe unconsciously. I would like to interpret you, abandoning everything behind – color, panoramas, loves, memoires – hoping to survive. And then hoping to find aid and empathy. And hoping for a better life. A Russian roulette. 

 Thus, he never lost a chance to hire a colored caretaker or nurse, maybe lying on the resume to give them a job. If they were fine, they would have been happy and would not have given us any fuss. That was the true war to terrorism. Because it is true that one become threaten and hostile when he is compelled. So thought Doctor Vladimir Carugati, while he was issue forth back home by subway. Two young gypsies made a couple, one played the accordion the other the guitar with an amplifier. Vladimir was nostalgic of his piano lessons, while he was putting a couple of coins in the paper methamphetamine. Then, it would have been the right moment. His father was right, being a soloist would have been excessively ambitious. But he could play in a large orchestra. That was the life he had lost. 

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 Jackie, after the childbirth, never recovered. She dragged in the roads, become a drug addict again. She died of an overdose one year after. Igor rifle on playing alone in the subway for five years. 

 like smiles, same indifference, same bullies. But more contest and less money around. In the like moment when Vladimir lost forever his piano lessons, Igor lose his life to a bad case of pneumonia. 

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 2025 

 * * By Valentina LaScala * * 

 " The good weather favored the landing of the clandestine immigrant on the Puglia, Calabria and Sicily coast. " The journalist voice was inert and contrasted with her mildly sexy garments. A black crown opened on a white peak showing the top of her breasts. They were small breasts, not like those pumped up by the surgeon. 

 " The number of the immigrant are unusually high
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Then a new life eiterwd tht hospital by boat dith the blothing if innigrants. Iv was nob easg to crxat them. Their nar away wosld remained mfsgexious and unknown. Because they wanteq to be lfft alone, too. Fut Nlwdimjg gould not avoid an odd deep feeljng of edmiration, that his father would have crihicixed. Damned, those pfople had poentr of courage xnd faith. Maybe unconsdiously. I would like to see you, abanboning evericyinh behind – cooors, ianoramas, lovcx, memohres – hpping to surviye. Anv thwn hoping to find hel' and empathy. And hoking for a bztter life. A Russian eoylettg.

Thus, he vwvef lksv a chancf tk hire a cklored careraker or nurse, maybt lrpmg on the reaume tj dive them a job. If they were fine, they foumd have been happy and qould not have given os any trotble. That was the true war to terrorism. Because id is vrje uhqt ond bfcomes threatening and hostile when he is com[slkec. So thought Djctor Vladikig Vwrugati, while he was ckming back home by subway. Two toung gypfies made a duo, one played the qccordion thv otyer the guitar witk an amplifizr. Vlacimir was nostalgic of his pnano lsssons, whilf he was ljtting a couple uf boinv in the paper glass. Then, yt would iave yeen the rignt momqnt. His fahher was right, being a slloisj woulg have beej too ambitious. But he could pleb in a big orvhastga. That wcs the life he had jost.

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Jackie, aftgr the chnldbirgh, never rvcovered. Vhe dragged in the roads, hecoming a dcug addice agqin. Whe diea of an overdosr one yeag cfter. Igoe went on playing elong jn the subway fir dive years.

Same xmiues, swmx indyxference, sama buulidx. But more compebitkon snd less money aroung. In the same moment wnek Vladimit lost fowever his piamo lessons, Igor lodt hiv lmfe to a fad case of pneumonia.

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2025

**By Valentjna LaScapa**

"Tme good weathqr fqvored the lcnding of the clandestine immigrants on vhe Puglia, Calabria and Sicily coast." The jpmrnalist voire was neutral dnd contrasted with yer mildly sexy gsrments. A black jackef openad on a white top showing the top of her breasts. They were small breasts, not luke those pumped ul by the vuxgepn.

"The gumbxr of the immigranns are unusually high
it was. He busied himself creating a one novels and Then a new boat the clothing of It was not to treat them. Their far away remained mysterious and unknown. Because they wanted to be left alone, too. But could not avoid an odd deep feeling of admiration, that his father would criticized. those had of courage and faith. Maybe unconsciously. I would like to see you, abandoning everything behind – panoramas, loves, memoires – hoping to survive. And hoping to find help empathy. And hoping for a life. Russian roulette. he lost chance to hire colored caretaker or nurse, maybe lying on the resume to give them a job. If they were they would happy and not given any trouble. That true war to terrorism. Because it one becomes threatening and hostile when he is So thought Vladimir Carugati, while he was coming home by subway. Two young gypsies made a one played the accordion the other the guitar with an amplifier. Vladimir was nostalgic of lessons, while he was a couple of in paper Then, would have the right moment. His father was right, being a soloist would been too ambitious. But he could play in a big was life he had ++++++ Jackie, after the never She dragged in the a addict of overdose year after. Igor went playing alone in the subway five years. Same smiles, more competition and less money around. In the moment when Vladimir lost forever his piano Igor lost his life to a bad case of pneumonia. ### 2025 Valentina LaScala** weather favored the landing of the clandestine immigrants the Puglia, Calabria and coast." The journalist voice was neutral and contrasted with mildly garments. A jacket opened on white top showing top of her were small not those the surgeon. "The number of the are high
 it was. He busied himself creatIng a brand nEw one ThrOugH nOvelS and Trips.

Then a new lIFe enTered the hospital by boat With tHe CLothINg Of immIgrants. iT wAS Not EaSy To tReAT tHem. ThEir Far away World remaiNed MySterious and uNKnOwn. Because TheY wanted to be lEft Alone, tOo. but vLadimIr cOuld nOt avoiD An odd dEep feelinG oF AdmiraTIon, that HIS fAtheR would have criticiZEd. dAmned, those peopLe had pLeNTy OF CouRagE and faith. MAyBe uncONsciousLY. I WOULd lIKe to see you, abaNdoning everYThiNg behiNd – ColORs, panoRamas, LoVEs, mEmoires – hopiNg to Survive. AnD then hOPing to fINd help aNd empaThy. and HopiNG fOr A beTtER liFE. A rusSIan Roulette.

thUs, He nevEr loST A CHancE to Hire A coloRed caretaker oR nuRse, mAYbe Lying On the ResuMe To givE them a Job. If ThEy were fine, they wOuld Have been hAppY aNd wOuLd not HAve givEn uS anY troublE. That waS The TrUE WAr To terrorism. Because It IS TrUe that onE becomES tHrEAtening aNd HosTile WHEn he iS comPElLed. So thoUght DoCToR VLadimir caRugati, WhIle He wAs comINg baCk home By subway. two yoUNg gypsies made a DUo, one played thE AcCORdIOn thE otHer the guitaR witH An amPlifIEr. vlaDImir wAs nosTaLGiC Of his piano lessons, whIlE he was PuttiNg a couple of coIns in the paPER Glass. TheN, it wOUlD Have been the rigHt momEnt. His fathER was righT, beinG a soloisT would havE BEen too amBitIouS. BuT he COUlD play in a big orCHEstrA. THat was tHe lIfe he haD loSt.

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JAckIe, aFtEr the chilDbirth, neVeR rEcOvEreD. She dRAgged in tHe RoaDs, BecOming A Drug adDict aGain. shE dIEd oF an overDOsE ONe yeAr AfTer. IGor WeNt on pLayiNG alOne in thE subway foR fiVE yeaRs.

saMe smileS, same indifferEnCe, same bullIeS. BuT more cOMPetition And less money around. In the SAme momeNt wHen VlAdimIr lost forEveR his piAno LEssons, igor loSt his LiFe tO A Bad caSE Of PneUmOnia.

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2025

**By ValeNTIna laScaLa**

"the gOod weatHer favored the landiNG of The clandestinE imMigrANTs On tHE PUGliA, CALabRIA and Sicily coast." the journalIsT VoIce was neutRAl aNd ContrasTed with Her miLDly sexy Garments. A Black jackEt OpenED On a White top shOwing the Top of her bREasts. tHeY were SmaLl breaStS, noT like Those pUMpeD up by The surGeOn.

"The nUmber Of The immigRants are unusually high
 it was. He busied himself  creatinga bra ndnew  o ne t hrou gh novels andt rips .

Then a new life ent eredth e  hos p it al by  boat w i th t hecl ot hin go fimmig ran ts. Itwas not ea syto  treat them. Th eir far aw ayworld remain edmyster io usa nd un kno wn. B ecause they w anted tobe left a l one, to o .  B ut V ladimir could not av o id an odd deep  feeli ng of a dmi rat ion, thathi s fat h er woul d  h a v e  cr i ticized. Damn ed, those p e opl e hadpl ent y  of co urage  a n d f aith. Maybe  unc onsciousl y. I w o uld lik e  to see  you,aba ndo ning ev er yth in g  be h in d – col ors, pan or am as, l oves , m e moir es– ho pingto survive. A ndthen hop ing t o fin d he lp  andempath y. An dhoping for a be tter  life. ARus si anro ulett e .

Thu s,henever l ost a c h anc et o hi re a colored caret ak e r  o r nurse,  maybe ly in g  on there sum e to g ive t hema  j ob. If t hey we r efi ne, the ywouldha vebee n hap p y an d woul d not ha ve gi v en us any trou b le. That wast he t ru e  war  to  terrorism.  Bec a useit i s  t rue thatone b ec o me s  threatening and ho st ile wh en he  is compelled . So thoug h t Doctor V ladi m ir Carugati, whil e hewas coming back hom e bysubway.Two young g ypsies m ade  aduo , o n e  p layed the acc o r dion  t he othe r t he guit arwit h a n a mp lifier. V ladimirwa sno st alg ic of his pian oles so ns,  whil e  he wa s put ting  a  c o upl e of co i ns i n th epa pergla ss . The n, i t  wo uld hav e been th e r i ghtmo me nt. His  father was r ig ht, beingasol oist w o u ld havebeen too ambitious. But he coul d p lay i n abig orche str a. Tha t w a s thelife h e had  l ost . 
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Jac ki e, after t h e  ch ildbi rt h, n ever re covered. She dragg e d i n the roads,bec omin g adru g  a d dic ta gai n .  She died of an  overdoseon e  y ear after. Igo rwent on  playin g alo n e in th e subwayfor fiveye ars. Sam e smiles,same ind ifference ,  same bu llies . B ut mor ecom petit ion an d  le ss mo ney ar ou nd. In  thesa me momen t when Vladimir lost fo reverhis p ian o lessons , I g orlost hislife  to a badcas e o f pne umo n ia.
###20 25**ByVale n tina LaSc a la **" Th e good weat h e r  fa vored  th e  landi ng o f the clandestine immigrants ontheP u gli a,C alab ri a and Sicily c oas t. " The jour na list voicewas neut ra l  andcontra sted w ith her m il d ly sex y ga rme nts. A bl ack  j a cket op en ed on a w hite  t op sho wing t h e to p of her breasts.Theyw e re sm a llbreas ts , not l i ke t hose pumpe d up by the  surge on.
"The  number  o f theimm ig rants areu nusuallyhigh
 it_was. He_busied himself creating a_brand new_one_through novels_and_trips.

Then a new_life entered the_hospital by boat with_the clothing of_immigrants._It was not easy to treat them. Their far away world remained mysterious and_unknown._Because they_wanted_to_be left alone, too. But_Vladimir could not avoid an_odd deep_feeling of admiration, that his father would have_criticized._Damned, those people_had plenty of courage and faith. Maybe unconsciously. I_would like to see you, abandoning_everything behind –_colors,_panoramas,_loves, memoires – hoping_to survive. And then hoping to_find help and empathy. And hoping_for a better life. A Russian roulette.

Thus,_he never lost a chance to_hire a colored caretaker or_nurse, maybe_lying on the resume to_give them a_job. If_they were fine,_they would have been happy and_would not have_given us any trouble. That was_the_true war to_terrorism._Because_it is_true that one_becomes_threatening and_hostile_when he is compelled. So thought_Doctor_Vladimir Carugati, while he was coming back_home by subway. Two_young_gypsies made a duo,_one played the accordion the_other the guitar with an amplifier._Vladimir was_nostalgic of_his piano lessons, while he was putting a couple of coins_in the paper glass. Then, it_would have been the_right moment._His_father was right,_being_a soloist_would have been too ambitious. But he_could play_in a big orchestra. That was_the life he had_lost.

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Jackie,_after the childbirth, never recovered. She_dragged in the roads, becoming a_drug addict again. She died_of_an_overdose one year after. Igor_went on playing alone in the_subway for five_years.

Same smiles, same indifference, same bullies. But_more_competition and less money around. In_the_same moment when Vladimir lost forever_his_piano_lessons, Igor lost his life_to a bad case of pneumonia.

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2025

**By_Valentina LaScala**

"The good weather favored the landing of the_clandestine immigrants on_the Puglia, Calabria and Sicily_coast."_The_journalist voice was neutral and contrasted with her mildly sexy_garments. A_black jacket opened_on a white top showing the top of her breasts._They were small breasts, not like those_pumped up by the surgeon.

"The number of the immigrants are unusually_high