There is a common between the people.
In Italy i see the chinese eating with chompstck;
i see the africans wearing them local and colourfull clotes;
i see the americans driving with the cup of coke on the hand...
Travelling, i see the italians drinking the small cup with Illy coffee and reading the football news.
Everywhere we are, there is something that follow us in the heart: is a piece of Home.
Excuse me, let me say this words, but i think i'm more lucky than others, because i've 2 homes.
Trust me, is not easy.
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