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Dura lex, sed lex. Hard days.

Prendo in prestito da mia madre una citazione that comes from his deep study of juvenile Latin to describe the law Patagonia. This land does not make allowances, even when there are a few hundred kilometers to the Fin de Mundo. Two days ago I drove 180 km from Rio Gallegos to Cerro Sombrero, I crossed the border between Argentina and Chile, I took the ferry to pass the Straits of Magellan. I faced many kilometers quiet, calm or the wind behind him, then suddenly everything changes, it blows side, you move from one side of the road, it hits you stronger side, and you can not help but that cycling, being careful not to fall, ¡cos for twenty, thirty, forty miles, the people passing greets you and encourages you with his thumb up. Then finally the road Turn left and the wind becomes an ally. Here is searched el pueblo 'Hostal Cruz de Sur, a house with a family that welcomes you with kindness. In the evening, after dinner, with the woman's son, Daniel, who runs the hostel we play a little 'guitar ... more 'than anything else he runs the small Sofia by all parties and sleep comes quickly. The boy continues to play sweet music of Pink Floyd, a band much loved by me, and I from my room listening to 'Wish You Were Here', 'Julian dream' and other songs. This time the music floydiana does not lead, as it often does, the ghosts of Roger Waters, Syd Barrett and the demons, which are joined to mine, tonight notes lead me to a peaceful, dreamless sleep. PS From this
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