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THE BLUE TURNNELChapter 1Friday was a day just like all the others. Once again, the sun was shining in the beautiful Italian city of Verona. Dressed in a simple brown suit, covered with a blue blouse, Mrs. Brostani Branco, Rebecca, pulled out weeds from her garden. That was April 18th, 1998, four years af-ter her fifty-fourth birthday; Rebecca gardened in the back of the left facade of her spacious property. During the previous five years, the small industry of flowers which Rebecca had created was enriched by the services of six employees and the semi-annual consultations of an American specialist. Spring was a very active season, but very stressful for the boss which Rebecca had become. Although the flower market was dominated by florists of the South, the roses of the Brostani gardens did not have any problems being sold in Verona. Since her marriage with Mr. Brostani Branco Govani, and her relocation to Italy, this pretty Frenchwoman, born in Bordeaux … |
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Chapitre 1
Friday was a day just like all the others. Once again, the sun was shining in the beautiful Italian city of Verona. Dressed in a simple brown suit, covered with a blue blouse, Mrs. Brostani Branco, Rebecca, pulled out weeds from her garden.
That was April 18th, 1998, four years af-ter her fifty-fourth birthday; Rebecca gardened in the back of the left facade of her spacious property. During the previous five years, the small industry of flowers which Rebecca had created was enriched by the services of six employees and the semi-annual consultations of an American specialist. Spring was a very active season, but very stressful for the boss which Rebecca had become.
Although the flower market was dominated by florists of the South, the roses of the Brostani gardens did not have any problems being sold in Verona. Since her marriage with Mr. Brostani Branco Govani, and her relocation to Italy, this pretty Frenchwoman, born in Bordeaux …