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I was sweating

tonight I remembered the summer mornings of my childhood. I always liked to sleep, but my I woke to go to sea. generally we imagine that children are happy to go to sea. I do not. and a number of good reasons. First, I said, I like to sleep, and if you go to sea, you can not sleep. Then, when I was a child I, the air conditioning was probably arrived in America, not in Italy. certainly not in Sicily where, by definition, makes a terrible heat. the long march towards the shore thus involves a giant obstacle of 127 white hot carrying me (I've always been and am an only child), my father, my mother. the latter two generally upset, because: a) I had not got up early, b) sweating; c) I think there was still a reason to get angry.
reason sub b) deserves a deeper .

arrived that we were at sea, opening a range of supplemental tragedies. I was (rest?) fat, clumsy, shortsighted, and tended erythema. then: fatness and clumsiness does not help in dealing with children bastards, especially nimble and tanned, the rash does not facilitate the tanning process and myopia precludes the possibility to swim and see the same time (the contact lenses had not yet invented). of course I never learned to swim. I was sweating because I was continually wiped from my dad, who believed that one way to dry a child was to put a sweat in the sun. then I was sweating, then angry.

then we came home, in 127, and I was sweating.