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Paul Rumiz. The legend of the mountains sailors

the evening down with a slight layer of a ghostly white, almost mystical. Then the air fills with yellow light, then a pink-orange dust. In a climate reigns refuge padding - in German it says gemütlich - a sense of security old disappeared from bare shelters of modernity. The oil portraits of the top managers, the smell of wood centennial, the windows of the sunset, the smell of soup. Laugh gay groups for every trifle, exaggerated, is the exhilarating effect of altitude. Marianka, a waitress Slovak dishes there huge bowl of meat and potato dumplings baked with bacon, then returned with glasses of beer imperial on tap. Italian unimaginable luxuries in a shelter so out of touch. Here it is, perhaps, the heart of Tyrol

• Paul Rumiz
• The legend of the mountains sailors
• Feltrinelli
• page 104

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