見出し1

The clear winds of Ihatovo, the blue sky that is cool at the bottom even in summer, the city of Molio decorated with beautiful forests, the waves of shimmering grass on the outskirts of the city. And the many people who have been with me, Fazello and Rosaro, Milo the shepherd, the red-faced children, Temo the landowner, Bogant d’Estupago the wildcat doctor – they all seem to me like old-fashioned blue vision lights when I think of them now in this dark, huge stone building. The dark, huge stone building. Now then.

小見出し

The clear winds of Ihatovo, the blue sky that is cool at the bottom even in summer, the city of Molio decorated with beautiful forests, the waves of shimmering grass on the outskirts of the city. And the many people who have been with me, Fazello and Rosaro, Milo the shepherd, the red-faced children, Temo the landowner, Bogant d’Estupago the wildcat doctor – they all seem to me like old-fashioned blue vision lights when I think of them now in this dark, huge stone building. The dark, huge stone building. Now then.