Cross the street and a guy came out of the shadows that fell upon my. I could not understand, I thought I'd ask for money, and I said no. Just at that moment I realized I was missing an eye, but instinctively went into my house
Nothing happens, Your head is attached to the window perfectly, stop your knees feel them in a short time and every drop of a traveler becomes a symmetric Tetris makes all parts of the interior have to move to vacate 60 kilos of muscle and flesh
They're just expensive, but speak for themselves. Each picture was complicated to understand. It was difficult to look through the viewfinder and see what the reality was that it was across.
Cities always have a personal scent. A kind of nose that does not slap you forget. Whenever you return to the same place you remember the distinctive smell that there learned to chew. Cape Town I smelled nothing.
¿A's with machete or gun? Typical phrase (take as a metaphor) among foreigners in South Africa with which to start a conversation. Something like working or studying southern version and some toast.