He was on a business trip at the factory, in a press office. The press more or less

civilians, but one... An enormous unknown of what gathered swamp,

dirty (or covered by God knows what), thundering like the Victoria Falls and

It creates a cloud of dust around it. The Industrial Masterpiece

end of the 19th century.

The local workers and engineers called this press briefly and gently.

My mother Mia. The etymology of the name: a few years before it came to them

the Italian to install on the press programs purchased by the factory for his

The Firm. When he saw this terrible press, he could only say, “O mom.

by Mia...”

And it all happened on the same day!