A walk with the whole family on Easter Sunday was obligatory in my days of childhood and a tradition I hated. To avoid it was impossible and even if in the course of those walks one or two Easter Eggs (lost by the Easter Bunny) were to be found, I hated those walks, and asserted them to be forced marches. My last march to HoF Auf der Donau was a forced march too, but in the end I was rewarded with more than coloured eggs.
CR crew – R.I.P. RINK
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