Riding my old second-hand bike along the
D&R Canal, I had the weird feeling I was actually dreaming about me
biking. For few seconds my mind was confused, I thought I was next to the Po
river, probably because of the many rides down its banks I had during my childhood,
though I could not recognize the trees or the road or the river itself. It was
a very familiar and uncanny sensation at the same time, like in a dream.
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