I took a hydrofoil at 7 am, after saying goodbye to the black sand beach, and ate myself to the last cheese puff by Remigio.
I went up on a bus from the port to the station and took me on a train, which led me to the airport.
I took two planes, the last of which landed in Genoa at 9 pm.
And as I passed in front of the nose, I took another bus to go home.
It was 22:15 when I walked through the front door and not returned from Japan, but from the island of Vulcano in the Aeolian Islands. Where I am made to miss nothing, not even an earthquake.
And despite all this I immediately turned on his heel, and I started lìintero trip ... to return there.
I tell you now: I have the Volcanoes.
I absolutely, totally and madly in love with this place.
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