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Sto caricando le informazioni... Where's Waldo?di Martin Handford
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Appartiene alle SerieWhere's Waldo (1) Premi e riconoscimentiMenzioniElenchi di rilievo
The reader follows Waldo as he hikes around the world and must try to find him in the illustrations of some of the crowded places he visits. Non sono state trovate descrizioni di biblioteche |
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Perhaps it had only been washed away temporarily by the waters of time and life.
Perhaps the barbs had never struck me, the teenage yearning been a mere dream, the doubts and thwarted ambitions really echoes of other people's lives and not my own.
For in these moments I knew only that there was a town, a camp site, an airport, a safari park. That these places held the mysteries of the universe. A misbehaving vacuum cleaner. Flight controllers playing badminton. Five men blowing up a balloon.
These were not mere abstractions. These were gifts of the Magi. Peace offerings, or, less charitably, sops to Cerberus.
There were no special editions in those days. We were not yet attuned to such expectations. We weren't quite like the previous generations, apparently happy with a cardboard box or playing outside until nightfall. Still, though, we asked little beyond the joy of finding. The quest was the reward itself.
The hope which had long since subsided reappeared by nightfall. It was dressed in red and white strips, carrying a walking stick. (There was supposed to be a camera and a mallet as well, but they had been dropped along the way and not yet found.)
The hope remained. ( )