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 things happened but there is nothing to write about.

but maybe there is, the morning's walk had to be broken for a long time to catch breath. This was at the top of the bluffs, at the small zoo. Watch the birds, and the crowds of children. Today is the day that the preschool children have their outing from the kindergarten.

Walk down the hill, and take the path to the river. The river is seriously swollen today, and the footpaths under the bridges have been closed. The water that fell in the alps yesterday is here now.

Two of the three flood gates have been lowered, and the water gushing through turns into a white froth and then back to the colour of milky tea. From the bridge watch the tree trunks floating down the river, tree trunks that have been washed out of the low-lying forests farther upriver.

Follow the paths back home, buy a cone of strawberry ice cream at the Dolomiti ice cream parlour in the main street.

And then go home, do the planned work. Take pictures of old equipment, see if it can be sold online. Somebody may want it.