of this sixteen year old girl very nice and very good, who died in the crash of a BMW driven by a friend while on vacation, I know because I have talked extensively about the local newspapers. Yesterday as I was leaving from work I passed a crowd of teenagers waiting for the celebration of the funeral in the church under the office. It was nearly five o'clock, the temperature around 35 degrees.
This morning I crossed the square in front of the church to go to conaddino of Pakistanis. The sidewalk was crowded with dozens of bricks Estate empty bottles of mineral water and Coca Cola empty, an empty can of Red Bull.
In March I spoke with the pastor of this parish, I asked (for professional reasons) if this was the phenomenon dell'accattonaggio. He replied that no, was not present, but an Albanian boy, always the same, she had known for years, "a very good family." "Eh, work is hard," he felt in need of Chios.
