World Champions
I could not participate in the mega-celebration-quatrto post title as I did after Italy-Germany, because I was in a rifigio lost in Val d'Aosta, and among older cows and I celebrated in a rather soft.
To remedy this, the 10 went on Mont Blanc, the French side (Aguillar du Midi, 3847 m) with Tricolor banner, blue jersey of the World Journal, tail and tied with laces tricolor. Coincidentally, that day the sky was a beautiful blue that dominated the landscape of Europe from the French XD
The first Frenchman to cross fell from the cable cut-border is a child behind me says timidly, "Vive la France! " showing the French national team under the vest ... I smile and shrugged (I do not feel like ranting on a child, come on). After crossing
a party of Japanese who congratulated me for the cup, with some other Italian flag (but I was also knitting), the top is reached when I go to take the ascensorino internal port on top of the spire otherwise accessible only by scaklatori geeks. The French elevator woman, a boy in a sleeping eye + younger than me, he shakes his head, flapping his arms and looks at me with anger and hate, I will smile back and whistle a bit 'of me laugh ...
after no longer wanted to bring me down, pointing down as a nice alternative to the glacier crevasse in the middle XD
the end I gave him a pat on the back and it was decided to meet me in the elevator, where in the meantime another child begins to tell me everything, apparently even some dirty word since his father took him on again.
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