Un codillo de cerdo: 180 coronas. Un litro de Pilsner Urquell: 60 coronas. Que en el bar de moda en Brno sólo suene música disco anterior a 1990... no tiene precio.
PD: Para todo lo demás... si todo lo demas no importa, ¿verdad, Quique?
jueves, 14 de agosto de 2008
viernes, 8 de agosto de 2008
Departure
6:00. This morning is not Christmas'. It's August. Heat -and his nerves- haven't let him sleep. Though he'll have more opportunities today: three flights, two stopovers and a ride on the road. It's not sleds' time.
16:00. Mallorca's airport has been invaded by Germany.
- You also going to Munich?
- I'm actually going further, though I'm already not sure if I'll arrive...
She turns 180 degrees and moves away, carrying a bag with the HP logo that seems to hide her own IT guy. "Until never".
26:00. It's not true. There's no train to Brno at 2 o'clock. "Perhaps only from Monday to Friday". The youngsters read while the elders sleep. "How would it be to sleep leaning on your elbow?".
It's bad. Though train stations have a lot to tell, he acknowledges. And smiles.
16:00. Mallorca's airport has been invaded by Germany.
- You also going to Munich?
- I'm actually going further, though I'm already not sure if I'll arrive...
She turns 180 degrees and moves away, carrying a bag with the HP logo that seems to hide her own IT guy. "Until never".
26:00. It's not true. There's no train to Brno at 2 o'clock. "Perhaps only from Monday to Friday". The youngsters read while the elders sleep. "How would it be to sleep leaning on your elbow?".
It's bad. Though train stations have a lot to tell, he acknowledges. And smiles.
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