In a flash, twenty years have passed. Memories. Moments that never disappear. Feelings when you see the impossible become possible. Or laugh uncontrollably. We fly away. Up in the air. The senses are free, do as they please. This year, the variety show is called Vulkan. I promise a volcanic eruption. A scream for humanity. There will be love as hot as lava, I can promise that. Music and variety and fantasy against a natural explosion of talent. To the wonder of the variety show's own poetry, in the great story in the middle of our lives, to remind us of the present. That we have each other. That we must believe in the dream that everything is possible. Mr. Fiasconi returns with his hat and an incredibly heavy bag. A dream that comes true in the middle of reality. Welcome to Varieté Vulkan!
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