He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. A little inn flying a Swiss flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. In fiction you make the Chinese secretive, criminal, and terrible—or comic. “Have either of you been out of this room since you discovered what had happened?” he asked.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIyNS4yNTQuMjE5IC0gMjktMDYtMjAyNCAwMzowMjo1NSAtIDE4NTgzMzM1NjE=
This video was uploaded to borgodeltaglio.com on 25-06-2024 15:32:42
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11 - Ref12
Origin resources: Resource Map: 1 - Resource Map: 2 - Resource Map: 3 - Resource Map: 4 - Resource Map: 5 - Resource Map: 6 - Resource Map: 7