I can not reach Lugano. Because the road lays between a mountain, and the edge of a lake. And that is were I am now.
I found an orange tree, it is up a small hill. I found one laying on the ground.
I am about to sit still. For a while. Because a middle age women came and she wanted to paint me. Right now she is setting up her easel. I have got to go sit still now.

Right now I am laying on my bed, Sophie told me that I could stay over night. That is all I am tired.
And I can not help but think of what Sophie said about me. It is morning now and a while ago, I went down stairs and I heard her talking with someone. And I forgot to say that I told her already I was from the circus. But this is what they said:
I heard a man talking with her, and he wanted her to go sailing with her. And they were speaking French! She told him she could not because she had a visitor. She told him that I belonged to a circus. She told him that she thinks someone has broken my spirit. The man told her that a boy's spirit was not easily broken. The man said that she should do something about it. But she did not know how to repair a broken heart. She also said that she has no right to interfere. She thought that maybe they could give me money so that I can go to the circus by train and not by feet. But they don't have any money to spare. And it turns out that the man's name is Pierre.
OK, Pierre is finally gone and I can go down stairs. I will write what happens later.
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