one day take it down the sign, or the colors fade, and this story will be lost.
The "I", for example, has already disappeared.
Via Don Bosco cuts the St. Louis district, old buildings around a church.
If you do not hear the traffic of Corso Lodi seems an old village.
Way and one by one I read the names of the exercises, they know of the old town, "Baker", "Drugstore", "Dying" and ... what? "The Youth Club"?? I
approximates the intruder, striking the panel and below I see a circle of letters: "Pino my barber." Umh ...
lights to ask passers-by, shopkeepers, but I note with amazement that nobody knows. After half an hour of research I put together the limited information obtained: Pino Quagliarella, who died in 2005, "South extravagant" and a friend of Claudio Cecchetto. And since the number of Cecchetto I do not have the only track to be followed are the bars in the neighborhood. How did I not think about it before?
Within the "King of Coins" and meeting the right room. "Pino, the large pine. He claimed to have otherworldly powers thanks to his long beard, which touched all to tempt fate. Then it was the complicated rituals to stimulate the regrowth Hair to customers. With closed eyes, a mustache on the other hand to heal the bald, whispering, 'Grow, grow, grow ...'. Half bald early generation of Milanese jokingly has relied on his magic, all boys between the ages of twenty and thirty years. Thus was born 'The Youth Club'. "
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