Suddenly the vocalizations of Enzo Gragnaniello singing Neapolis Mantra resonate in me, while I see the towers of the Maschio Angioino and a terrace of Castel dell’Ovo surrounded by blue sea and clear sky.
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We are in Godar del Camino. We enjoy an excellent ice cream while a group of twenty flag-wavers perform to the rhythm of a cheerful melody performed by a band of eleven elements. A few meters from us there are also Joe and Fu. We still don't want to resume and we lie down on a bench in the shade of the trees. St hums a melody of those sung by the three monks during meditation. It is relaxing to listen to her and I too take the intonation and sing with her.
«It was nice to meditate with those monks, wasn't it Rich?»
«Beautiful St. We should do it more often.»
«All right! If anyth
