The place is remarkably non-irritating. Hot pizza, hot pepper, and hot expresso. What’s that coming from the little player near the big oven? Sounded Italian. Sounded dubby. I couldn’t speak Italian, and Alessandro couldn’t speak German: ‘What’s the music’. ‘Posse 99′. Ok cool. ‘Can I take a picture of the drawings up there’. ‘Yes’.
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