Today I spent a good thing strange. After the profitable holiday I wake up early again.
This is nothing strange, just the worst.
So, the house clean and polished yesterday became the wife to work after a month and the change is dramatic, I leave the house pretending he starred in one of those ads and ordinary kind, ie, I go to buy fresh bread, the daily newspaper and hot croissants.
Nothing, no way. The daily bread, it is, but boy, I do not go out with that the croissants are already cold. I spend four baker sold them to me and always cold.
And as touching raw not leave them to me I come home laden pastetes.
stationery buy the newspaper and, moreover, an ancient that I saved the last knife "Japan" La Vanguardia. Apparently, this summer, a man could chase a thief who had been cast in the house scaring him with one of these knives East, now do not know if the Santoku with Usuba or, as the newspaper could devote you a story.
orange juice, toast with croissants and new oil (cold).
Two newspapers on the table. The old and new.
start the old.
It is the 1st of August! The legendary date of the start of the holiday. The mother of all dates.
And now comes the strange: I began to feel strongly that returning back to the beginning of the holiday. The reality around me losing sharpness, became indistinct, blurred, watery, unlike the past news and views awaits written in old newspaper that won a strength and a weight of a rare intensity: Al Qaeda in Africa, heat Russian controllers strike, the feeling of independence, the article by Toni Soler flawless in favor of the ban on bullfighting in contrast to the arguments of opponents Amela, Juliana De Sagarra that are authentic and insults to the intelligence ...
Even Jorge Moragas out such an apology to their leader for not wearing the belt-suspenders-nor in the car while burn video, for riveting the key and taking everyone, including himself, to fool says was "a mistake one minute and 33 seconds" before shooting as if it unbuttoned and tie back to finish it. What
August m'estalviat!
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