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not remember that you could make two flights in a row without a hitch.

not remember that you could change your flight at an airport terminal that has not only a new and altogether pleasant unlike the usual monoliths of concrete and glass. And to eat a sandwich is so dear, as in all airports, but not as hyperbolic or Caselle airport.

not remember you could get to the luggage carousels for luggage along with roughly the same, without having to wait 30 minutes. Indeed, since a tape was dead, you little man who comes out a kindly and sympathetically warns you to go to the next tape, and do not delegate the information to impersonal advertisements or arranging for the needs of users.

not remember that at midnight, in a city half the size of Turin, is not a problem finding a taxi at the airport. In fact, you find several, all new drivers and young and friendly.

not remember crossing the periphery could have (on balance) the impression of order and cleanliness.

not remember that a city that wants to live on tourism can take simple steps like having wide sidewalks, large pedestrian areas, lighting and enhancement of monuments, street furniture and attractive public transport running.

not remember that you could take a suburban bus, find it clean, pay the ticket only € 1.20 for a trip of 40 minutes, Thee sit and observe that even the 10% of passengers are forced to travel by foot, to pay the ticket directly to the driver (who greets you), find no less than 6 seats for elderly, disabled and mothers, clearly indicated by visible icons and a different color of the seat, and even find a waste basket on board the bus.

not remember that the roads and pavements, by their nature, tend to stay clean if there are uncivilized who have soiled them.

did not remember to get in a hotel, going to your room, connect to wifi without paying and without ever recover or obscure codes or passwords to time.

Maybe because I did not remember that are now in Spain rather than Italy, in Málaga rather than Turin.