remember when and how I read this book ...
from the shelf in the library looking for a title that I hit.
... and it was.
The book fell on my head. It was the book
apply to self to read.
I was still climbing on the desk between the fall and fall and not immediately after the coup took little pain in my hands and I opened the book ... ... and read it all in one breath and in that awkward position that if I think I still say to me is crazy.
I lost that book but I'm sure that whoever found it will certainly appreciated reading it and having treatment.
... One day I will buy one day but not today ...
the story of Count de Charney, a political prisoner in Piedmont and a small flower that grows between the paving stones of the prison yard.
I do not remember the precise words, but everything is stamped inside.
........ the image is merely an example, my book was a series that had the cover in green cloth.
