That ill-concealed sense of satisfaction that comes as a smile slyly hints to remember:
- the printer that you said it would make more sense if you stand to sell hams (though is a genius, wise and provocative as well as a master Yoda Noantri)
- all the times that someone has not been ashamed monovocalica cripple even a simple word like "caravan" (so much so that hours Caravan Editions has a dark twin, like the dark spiderman, the insidious Cara Eizzioni Vana, with two Z, my lady);
- terror of panic that gave you when he was touched by the firm to get the first pallet with the first book caravan, sea bass (for no other reason, but according to your calculations should correspond to a large cubic box with the side of 16 meters ... and saw that the seat was just 12 square meters of you ... then the choice was clear to letters, you also became clear that if you repeat with conviction to Martha for three times the same thing, then you believe it, believe it even if you say it is going to get a cube 16 meters of books side, and you want the good for this, because you see that we love to believe, beyond a reasonable doubt);
- interview on the radio and the "caravan slowly touches the landscape" ( to discover the source of so much poetry, there is only affected by the interview with radio ondarossa)
- all the times you feel your brain sweat hard in the same sentence when trying to hold together the words "business plan", "Durch", "previsionxale and muna bit of optimism,
- every time someone gave us a bit 'of proverbial wisdom (unforgettable:" This makes us want to believe that Christ died of cold, "Norberto dixit," I will kill you with kindness, "the friend of my grandmother Vale dixit) ...
- all the way done, every time you leave the office, closing the door, a turns and says to the other: "Oh, let's do a very good thing."
For all these and many other things I feel prey to a feeling-that-even-know-me-explain-how Caravan
... Happy birthday to us!
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