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Once, I was walking along a lost path in the middle of the countryside in an unknown place.
My eyes discovered in the distance a specific shape that I could not understand, a creamy white color.
I slowed the pace of my walk and approached that place charged at the same time with a certain attractive charm and mystery.
My eyes fell on a cross, a makeshift tomb where years before there had been a terrible accident and a person had died.
Then my mind began to turn over the idea that:
"Any place is a good place to die."

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