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Italian Language And Culture Of Venice

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I would always take walks after fights with my family, and it’s not as if I was going to change that in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I left our hotel, the Bauer Palazzo, stepping onto the Calle Tredici Martiri. One of the things I loved about Venice were the names of the streets and canals. I didn’t understand the meaning, nor was I able to pronounce it with ease, but when I heard them spoken my heart melted. People said that French is the language of love, but Italian is infinitely times more beautiful. We were booked to leave Venice for Marseille tomorrow, but I refused. That’s what lead to this fight with my parents. They didn’t like being in Italy. They grew up in Milan, but they left as soon as they were able to. The …show more content…

As I gently kicked my legs, they were greeted by progressively larger waves. I dreamt that this was because I was a waterbender, and that’s why I loved the city of Venice so dearly.

I took my first bite out of the apple, feet hung over the edge of the bridge. That’s when I heard the sound of a horn piercing the air, and my ears. The sound shook the ground, sending ripples through the water. I clasped my hands over my ears, trying to protect my eardrums from bursting. I looked around in panic, trying to find the source of the cruel sound. At the end of the canal I could see the lights and outline of a great cruiseship, rapidly moving closer. The people around me had noticed it at the same moment, prompting the eruption of panic throughout. I sat frozen in place, dumbfounded by what was happening in front of my very eyes. The ship finally reached the canal, bulldozing the Bauer Palazzo and the ancient Palazzo Treves. The crash sent shockwaves through the ground, and chunks of concrete and brick into plunging into the water. The ship would not cease its assault on the city, continuing on its path towards me. I shook off whatever kept me sitting down, turning off the ledge and leaping to my feet. When it hadn’t slowed down by the time it reached the hotel Albergo Lisbona, I fled towards the church San Moise. People were crowded in the square in front of the church, filling in as quick as possible. The ground continued to

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