Multiplying Ratio: Part 11. Cagliari, capital city of Sardinia region

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On the twelfth day
The road continued for a few kilometers in the disruption with which I found here the trucks loaded with stones taken from the mountain, had been around for many years.
The rock of "Sugar Loaf" it could still be seen.
From a distance the dense smoke darkened the sky, once again hectares of scrub were removed from nature.
I approached it with fear, more and more to that cloud gray, strange noises on my return, worried about my journey towards the finish.
I had not really want to try the experience for this trip, it was as if I wanted to return.
A parallel road that ran along the path that I was making, I tickled the desire to travel, but I think if I were on that, the application would be identical.
The question, the question is the usual problem, know how to ask, permit the request to accept and welcome the question.
Today as yesterday the application is carrier, sometimes you do not realize it or do not want to notice it.
When I placed my question I was not sure that would be my experience, I paravo behind the insecurity, despite of the acceptance of it. Because there is no answer to the question, but either you accept it or not, the question is not answered.
I made to accompany those last miles the music of Francesco De Gregori.
Around me everything was burnt by the sun, they glimpse the city of Cagliari, a driver of a line of urban, took pleasure in my clothing, necessary to protect themselves from the sun, without a hat made from a towel, which was my tablecloth dining room, and my sunglasses glacier, which I remember buying it in order to mediate the needs of my mountain, and my ambitions motorcycling.
I remember when I decided to buy my bike, a "Lambretta 150" I was very proud of choice, because with her, I could travel even the highway, to be honest I did not, now is left that place of which affective I can deprive of possession, do not know why, though I still hold it under a roof protected from the weather, the desire is to be able to restart and get a ride with her.
I realized from entering the city because the traffic was increasing, and the roads became even more complicated, it was difficult to enter into the logic that after days of walking, I had forgotten.
I managed to reach the port, to get information for vessels to the mainland.
The child who was in the waiting room will have had less than two years, play the waiting room looking for any accomplice, found me prepared for purpose, we played for a few minutes, she showed me his sympathy, I my amazement can be loved after weeks of solitude. It was the first relationship I have with the company, I spent much time photographing her happy seduction.
When we left I was already at "Fourth St. Helena", before reaching the camp crossed a long stretch of beach resorts, I like to spend the names, from "Miramare" to "Police", I thought to my friend that I know would have Oreste approved my undertaking.
The camp that hosted last night that I was very comfortable, but not for me it felt constrictive, for no other reason but because the nights spent up to now were free spirit, no tents, no sleeping bag, ".. . and roof a sky of stars ... "said the title of something.
The first impact with that reality was very eloquent, but necessary. I could go to escape?
The next morning was leaden, and the atmosphere around me was muffled, I think I had more difficulty, to address those few kilometers from the city to me that for all those I had hitherto path.
Within hours I was a tourist in a place that I had chosen to visit, I did accompany the streets in search of some feeling it was nice to walk stealthily chase a girl.
I found myself in front of the Cathedral, I do not remember what treasures it contained, but my attention was kidnapped for a time, before you go out and continue my futile stay.
Came the time of departure, I embarked on this ferry that took me back to reality imagined.
The trip took away the memory of an adventure now passed, I think I cried in front of the last land to the skyline. That my foreign friend who shared with me the journey allowed me to talk in my French, on the Logos and the Metis, and I think he was convinced.
Last night on the deck was very humid, but more suited to my cross.