This blog is languishing. Luckily they give birth, feed the baby and invent on the fly to the instruction manual. If it were us, the male part of the case, humanity would be extinct at this point.
take the penultimate entry of these pages to tell another story of life itself. Make
few days celebrating the farewell to a canary - Las Palmas de Gran Canaria - which has made three months of military around here. The bird landed shivering with cold in February, as sudden temperature changes can not be good for health - and slowly began to conquer the Everest particular. I told
often surprises one finds in a multicultural environment. I come now to some more memory. For example, the French counterpart of that of Ugandan origin, plump licensed blacker than charcoal, which broke with her boyfriend because he rebuked the family that the tribe was wrong. Or a former roommate of Indian origin who saw her white boyfriend and English on the sly but, due to family pressures, eventually asking Negotiable marriage to a cousin. Story
this because also surprises in store for domestic title was refreshing to know that the island was amazed to see the Thames flowing or fast commuter trains because, dammit, there are no rivers or trains like god of truth in all parts of the world, including in the Canary Islands. We do not know what we have in the continent.
The canary and half-finished thesis began earning their pay cut cucumbers and tomatoes in a wide variety of destinations. After a month and a half stretching their little kitchens English solfa got validate his title of professor of school education, which allowed him to work as a substitute teacher in schools around. Our faculty members frequently sick - and better than me come, that this would give for another chapter.
With courage and art bullfighter, taught history and philosophy to the local sparrows. It mattered little that he was a physical education teacher, she said the principals, while keep order in class and not I freak out a lot. All very please and thank-you , of \u200b\u200bcourse, would not be to offend the animals. Go hotbed of small bastards is cooking in this country, he told us.
But where are you, child, - he exhorted his countrymen on the eve of his return to the islands lucky - if you've passed the hardest part, now that you are a tail wind and quite a run? Is valid and diverse reasons to fly back again but, in short, come back home because he lives in hell of islet that counts too.
A taste, Mr De Armas.
