Today I travel with A., the man of whom I spoke in the post titled Awakenings . It's a big step for him ... we're not far away, a place I want to show that he has much sentimental value. It is the people of their grandparents, an almost deserted village where he says there will be about 20 people in winter. He has a mansion in town, but we will not stop there, because he does not know what state is. For years I did not open. The house is apparently very large and as the photos that has taught me has shields on the front, huge doors, thick walls ... The site is depressing. Typical Castilian village, the kind that even the stones radiate a kind of cold and bad feeling that you are staying in the marrow of their bones. I hate the Castilian. I will tell you around on Sunday ... Buff-how long was I going to do
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