you ever noticed that the meter of each city 'has a particular smell? For example, every time I return to Paris, greets me when I go down the subway stairs a peculiar smell, the same in each station, a smell that I recognize, 'cause it never changes. but not here in Barcelona. every station, every meter in which salts, have a different smell. Today, for example, in one of the usual travel in search of the house, I get on the subway thinking that I have not brushed my teeth. and I smell that rises to the nose and 'I feel the same when I go to the dentist. Or, more 'late, I'm going home and I have a hungry wolf. meters and filled with a smell of boiled potato ... this baffles me. fuck, I assist in the metro. it seems impossible.
and just as they are 'sitting waiting for the means already' mentioned, I witness a scene simply lovely. we have: me, sitting, wheelchair and a woman with a child attached, next to me, a very beautiful girl, two more steps 'in the'. come two bullies. see the beautiful, to be noticed, they begin to do what they do best, namely, the bullies. one wants to break a glass with his fist, the other pretends to jump on the tracks. Then, tireless as grasshoppers, start jumping to hit the board in schedules. At this point the girl in the wheelchair, looking at them, he begins to laugh. I look at the baby and have to laugh, too. Then Mom, watch the two of us burst out laughing too. and eventually the bullies, too, they laugh! the beautiful girl no, but it does not matter, and 'was the same as a beautiful scene.
and last, but I'm coming home. stop at the intersection, the green aspect. a child comes up to me dirty, and I, now, baby = eye to the bag. so 'I carry the bag in front, to protect it. he looks at me, and I understand who understood my gesture. fuck, has more than seven years and understands' me. pero 'mica gets angry, even when the light turns green and looks at me the thumbs up, as if to say "hey Allocca, you can go." life lessons from seven years. How strange.
Barcelona and 'a marvel.
call
ps. I found a home!
and just as they are 'sitting waiting for the means already' mentioned, I witness a scene simply lovely. we have: me, sitting, wheelchair and a woman with a child attached, next to me, a very beautiful girl, two more steps 'in the'. come two bullies. see the beautiful, to be noticed, they begin to do what they do best, namely, the bullies. one wants to break a glass with his fist, the other pretends to jump on the tracks. Then, tireless as grasshoppers, start jumping to hit the board in schedules. At this point the girl in the wheelchair, looking at them, he begins to laugh. I look at the baby and have to laugh, too. Then Mom, watch the two of us burst out laughing too. and eventually the bullies, too, they laugh! the beautiful girl no, but it does not matter, and 'was the same as a beautiful scene.
and last, but I'm coming home. stop at the intersection, the green aspect. a child comes up to me dirty, and I, now, baby = eye to the bag. so 'I carry the bag in front, to protect it. he looks at me, and I understand who understood my gesture. fuck, has more than seven years and understands' me. pero 'mica gets angry, even when the light turns green and looks at me the thumbs up, as if to say "hey Allocca, you can go." life lessons from seven years. How strange.
Barcelona and 'a marvel.
call
ps. I found a home!
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