Yesterday I became aware of my remaining week and a half to go from here. Uffff three anele in Barcelona and house, the mother of God, the mixed feeling. For this reason I think now is the time of the tributes (free sheet for some).
* FIRST TRIBUTE: SANTS ATTACK.
The first two years in this dirty city and do not say because it is dirty and the otherno, but it is this and not that, the pass in an ugly Sants floor with the best companions of the universe, which if true brothers ended up becoming strangers to me. I mean, Matu, Octavio and Nacho: The hand alopecic, the more rockabilly geek that nobody has ever known and Basque (Basque when someone is no longer necessary to say anything more about him and I say this with love, there will be no misunderstandings ) respectively.
The first stage was marked by the presence of this strange being Ivan Tortosa only leaving the room to communicate the temperature your thermometer indicated that new or give, circling it or not. Seriously, this guy gets out.
Nacho opened the doors to society and joined everyone on the designs of vice and evil life, his arrival was accompanied by a large halo of light as well of a television, a play and a microwave which meant a great climax general. Since that time our house began to fill with people and it was like the pussy Bernarda, but was cool horrors. Thanks Nacho. Vitoria Alcorcón and explosive tandem.
What I am going to miss scumbags, true all, that gustito am with you always. And I feel spoiled.
I hope in Madriz.
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