I live in Veneto, where it rains every autumn in a brutal manner. If we had wine and spritz, post Scandinavian suicide rates.
This year the rains have flooded entire villages turning us into a peripheral province of Bangladesh, only with more gondolas.
The Venetians, however, seem not to understand. Acclaimed
Zaia and his crusade to taxes, perhaps Galan regret that "things worked when he was there." Yet the numbers are ruthless, tell a really fierce. Act Without that since 1950, the urbanized area of \u200b\u200bthe region increased by 324%
Yes, you read that right: 324%.
same period the population grew, of course, but by 32%.
the asphalt is not to get along with the rain, is the cement to make a crumbly and fragile marshland like ours. These rains are nothing exceptional, certainly we're not talking about the fucking flood.
Yet the Venetians do not understand.
we all come together under water, and remember how beautiful square was our warehouse.
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