“ Ragusa and above all Ibla in my girl's memories was a quiet little town, it is strange today to see her so alive and attentive, to see the souvenir shops like in the great art cities, the characteristic restaurants, the squares full tables and crowds of people and even this train that runs through the streets of Ibla loaded with tourists; we from high school went down to Ibla singing on the stairs that connect the two towns and at the ible gardens we put the mangiadischi on a bench and dancing as in a private party.
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