What did you dream of as a child? A boy from far and far away.

In the mid-1960s, like many of my friends, I dreamed of being a salesman.

The ice cream. Every day, free and unlimited.

The Super Delicate!



Senior, on school political information about the hard life of Americans

the poor and the homeless, dreamed at least of one eye to look at them

There is life in the midst of huge and beautiful skyscrapers. Is it, and on

Is it really so bad?



Who could have thought that in the fifth decade, after working as an engineer,

As a boss, director, and unchangeable, fate will take me to America. and

Technician in the manufacturing company and

The refrigeration equipment. I install, repair and service.

various installations producing a variety of ice cream, necklaces (the same

melting ice cream, but not to the end, often with syrup, which is pulled

through a tube), slashes (drinks with pepsi syrup, cola, etc.,

frozen and crushed to the state of snow, also suck through the pipe).

And I test, try, and just eat every day without measure. And what is strange,

It is boring!



“Fear your wishes, they are fulfilled.”