Ladies and gentlemen, this is a garage party: revenue, look and take away what you want. After five months in quarantine (from the day of the move into new home ) we are now sure that what has not served us and we will not need that there is no failure will be missed. A certainty that we will regret bitterly (although we are sure of this), although intent to make a clean sweep of the garage where we parked in our lives. But each has its own history and before anyone take it away (or if you eat a landfill) will need to make even the honors of war.
So here's to you, in order:
blue bike brand Benotto bought second hand in 1996 to 800 000 pounds (my grandmother's pension Marcellina in the spring knew how to be generous) with the objective of scaling the Dolomite passes. We have all gone up, from either side, even several times, the only shame of Belluno slope of Fedaia where - aided by the report too long, had a bike of the past - we put your foot on the ground;
Zeiss slide projector that we used to project images of the holidays until the twenty-first century has arrived with a digital camera to capture thousands of images that make us no one has ever revised (both are committed, now, always taking new photos). Geek stuff? Sure, but as professionals we were unlucky in the garage you will find the screen for the projection that we kept doggedly for years, somehow, for some reason, in the most remote of the attic is inaccessible (it was so full of junk). All away, but not in those slides collected plastic boxes that we will meet to look back with nostalgia a few years, keeping them one by one, lifted into the sky;
microwave Candy brand, our first oven, we have not yet found the courage to throw (although it is irretrievably broken), perhaps fearing to lose the memory of that gray autumn afternoon in which we found on the supermarket shelf as bags of corn and we ended up with indigestion ... popcorn!
four winter tires Michelin Alpin who have served the good times to go up at night with the Red Panda on Bondone and then throw it in the dark along the slopes aboard three boats from truck even when with friends D. and M. We were not afraid to break the bones into a tree;
helmets, jackets and rain suits used to travel on the streets of Austria, Germany, Switzerland, Sicily, Sardinia, Corsica, Greece, Croatia, Slovenia until - now three - we decided it was time to stop, sell the bike and buy a stroller. Never imagining that he, the guilty!, Not later than the other morning, riding a bicycle to kindergarten, he would find a way to complain about our poor family does not even have a motorcycle;
camping table material white plastic, with no apparent brand, remember that summer camp (the last) in which it seemed a good idea to pitch your tent on the beach, only to end up at night to fight desperately against the Mistral, dreaming of the room of bricks in which we went to shelter the next day.
Here's our thing. Here are our stories. And now that we have told (stories) here on the blog, related items can do without and live lighter: put ads on Bazaar with the magic word - a gift! - Flocking that makes phone calls. We need new space, it will not happen again as in the dense woods where the trees too old to prevent vegetation new to grow. Just a messaggino on the phone to remember one afternoon, just an old pair of shoes (but mostly a good reason) to explore Venice. Basically there are those who live with 100 things , we are told that we can give at least down to 100 things we keep in the garage. Now we have to explain to the rest of the family.
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