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August 2002

Far Beach

During the workcamp, one of the prisoners suggested we make our way to a beach that was a little further away from the farm.  It was actually more like a park, with beach access.  During one of out day's off, a few of us wanted to have a relaxing day at the beach, while other headed into town to hang out and enjoy themselves.  Later that evening we crossed the Swiss border into a small Italian town where we had a really nice dinner with Mauro.

T. B.
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