A place, where all roads lead to

I dreamt of appearing in the Middle Ages’ Venice, to attend in the annual masquerade, then to turn back time, listening ancient philosophers’ forums, even without understanding anything, just wished to attend, communicate with the majesties of intellectuals of that times, feeling the breath of ancient civilization. Then I would like to move on the time, strolling along the narrow streets of Renaissance Florence. Then, again would like to move on the time, appearing in the Southern Italy, wishing to take interview from the famous mafia men, put on their vests, wearing hats and walking along the streets of Napoli or Palermo with the posture of self-confidence, to order pizza, being involved in this multicultural environment.

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