The opposite of Blade Runner
Outskirts of Florence, near the airport,
lost in space and time,
almost total silence, some old ladies buying
a small bakery with wonderful bread. Places you only pass because they are on the way to somewhere else.
And because you don’t have a car anymore and go everywhere by bike !!!!!!!
no special neighbourhood, shops that sell anything from catfood to pressure pots
somekind of spell is present
I cannot name it, but I can feel it, smell it and see it
then I understand: It is the dwarf calling me to dance with him
as I did so many years ago !!!!
dorismaninger 
We all should have these places, moments, times we can only share with the ones who were there with us. It makes our lives so complete.
oh yes but maybe it is possible to share with unknown. This is what blogging is for me, this sending out of messages in a bottle, maybe it arrives soemwhere and someone can use it.
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Thank you, unfortunately I have not enough time to blog more often but I am happy about the comment