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The railing of my twenties (incipit 7)

The railing of my twenty years of Fo Garambois White, published by Giulio Einaudi Editore in 1981.

The train that took us into town was old, shabby and rickety, with wooden benches and a steam engine.
It started at five and ten from my town on Lake Maggiore, then, panting, struggling, stopping at all stations, arriving finally in Gallarate.
Here you change trains and were frantic race to get him to tail or long waits between the frost in the morning.
Five hours of travel per day. I always had a red nose on a cold and very sleepy: it was enough for a quiet moment and I also dozed off standing up, but there was rarely quiet.
On that train we sang, played, and someone could even consider.