Home, sweet home


Nothing is better than to stay at your mother's place for a couple of days to gather strangth. She made me nice food, I slept like a baby and I went on a little tour with my bike and it was lovely, I just had to take a few pics!












My mother's uncle had a newspaper store back in the days and he gave her some old newspapers from the 40's when the Word War II was happening and I sat for a while reading about what was going on in the year of 1941.










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