How strange is it being today in a place where sometime in the past an event occurred that changed the history of a Country and maybe meant even more? So much has been written about this place and so many things are yet to be revealed. I wasn't even born when President Kennedy was shot in Dallas, but I feel the grieve for the man (remember the picture of little John at his father's funeral) and the emotion of History, here today, in the form of a hundred meters of a street and a couple of grassy knolls.
Ciao Stefano!
ReplyDeleteWe missed you yesterday at the wedding but hopefully we'll be seeing you at the Pirates Party ;-) on the beach next weekend.
Keep up the good work you're doing over there, it's always nice to read your posts.
Cheers, Marghe & Erik