He had been dreaming about this day for a very long time. Run away! As far away as possible from this provincial country, from degraded people. Finally, the suitcases are packed, the ticket is in hand, only a few kilometers separate this park from the airport and that's it: arividerci, Ukraine, bonjorno, Italy! But some heavy sadness in the soul does not let go. Whether it's autumn, or premature nostalgia... who among these worthless people wandering around the park could understand it? Explain to him where this aching melancholy came from, and how to get rid of it? Listen to the confession of the future emigrant will have a person who, at first glance, is not very suitable for this…

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