The first time I felt sorry for Ricky the first time he came out of the tunnel, dazed and sweating. The city of Rome in 1941. Everyone is struggling to find a job, and the window for changing things every day is also busy. Looking at the weird stuff in my head these days, Mevlut was stolen from deep in the streets of Istanbul with his white tricycle, his tricycle selling chickpea rice, and gas canisters, then being towed and dismantled, in the When he goes to the toilet. Those years, those hardships and powerlessness. By the way, I've also had my bike stolen several times. Forget about the pain, and have a happy meal of brushed bread with my son. In the end, I still have to make a living, for a living, for a living, for this point of life, and I have no choice but to rely on it. The alleys of the ancient city of Rome, and the surrounding area is farmland. The sun will shine in the wide alleys, on the walls, on the square, trams always shuttle, crowded buses and trams, the son picks up his father's hat and looks for a job. Lines are crowded, pawnshop windows are crowded, everything is crowded. After his many helpless and sad eyes, he finally tried to steal the car after wandering as expected. The football match was still held that day, the crowd was surging, and the charioteer carefully guarded the neatly arranged bicycles, helpless and sad, Of course, you're not so lucky, God bless you.
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