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The next day, Luigi woke up earlier, he drank a cup of coffee then he went out for a walk while his brother was watching the morning edition of the news.
He crossed the road accessing in Genova street to arrive to the bike lane that connects Bologna to San Lazzaro di Savena.
The Cedri Park was desolated but it had nothing to envy to the Resistance Park, where Luigi arrived about ten minutes after: in both of them there was absolute silence, rarely only interrupted by the morning bird’s tweeting, that flew from one tree to the other.
The sky was almost clear, with a few clouds that weren’t going to scare anyone.
Leaving behind the cycle lane, he walked Rimembranze road meeting a large group of students that were going to school for the lessons of that day. He didn’t want to bother h
