A quella night was terrifying. I chalked it up to dinner in the restaurant Asturian Afuega'l Pitu cheese, sausage Matachana much cider and to finish off the visit to Zalak with the drinks and the cascaruja. felt a stone in the stomach, a huge stone, a stone without the punishment of shooting time and water erosion and wind. My stomach was a cement mixer but now armed. I Survived
as water-based and Almax until dawn. Since I could not stand it any longer in bed, crawled to the window, opened the curtains and wrapped in a hallucination I understood everything.
Photomontage of Filip Dujardin
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