for how much we were to more than thousand kilometers of distance , the atmosphere of the cafe inn '' it strolls her '' it was exactly identical to that of the wine cellar : retired busy to tell him her of holy reason during a game papers , two guys from the air desperate intents to shake complaining the videopokers , some boys assembled in a game of calciobalilla with around some disinterested spectator , a lazy and silent barkeeper that , you/he/she had been more in meat , i would have thought pits silvio of travel allowance .