The rollers before departure. Ciccone no, he says it’s bad luck. Ready to go, and let’s go upwards. Blue rivers, green forests, snow-capped peaks. It’s hot. Federico Pellegrino says that three days ago it was zero degrees at his house. There is not a meter of plain. Castles and drawbridges. Streams and waterfalls. The band. Portuguese flags. Long live the newlyweds, as in Bulgaria. Piganzoli last man. Uruguayans, cooks, Vikings. Everyone behind Vingegaard. The reels after arrival.
