Ola from ëpia D is at nine and a half. With supposedly had found a job and had to go to see where it is. I do not know very city where I live for 8 years. Only in places where I know to go and worked in a used bookstore books. My companion is he who has found work and that itself is going to work. He chose the third shift itself. This is a Moroccan boy colonel, Computer Engineer. His job is to put some plastic cups in cardboard boxes carefully and efficiently. Street talk about signs that I have to remember how to arrive there tomorrow, as well as the importance of English. After an hour and a few minutes after we exchanged two trains and a bus got a fairly rare commodity more to reach a desolate area with low buildings and arched facade. It is impossible from the part that is seen to imagine the space they occupy. This right of the highway. On the left a real snow hill of brown without terrace. Before wide highways and desolate by electricity. The left side of a road is divided into two quadrants dykalimshe asymmetric. He left the factories where ashquajtshëm brendashkruhet will work tomorrow, lustres on the right a vast field of late, since it is night and there lanterns stuck in it. Zhuk up among some thin snow that zverdhin around a stand trefaqëshe prismatic look totally in the wrong place. Billboard has some political face and indecipherable messages. This place seemed quite intimate.
Once smokes a cigarette with my companion electronic door with a Moroccan company and the other, a mechanical engineer with views of Latin LOVERI unconscious, equipped with a touching and ignorant indifference, greet and veer towards the bus station. I try not to think. The bus should come for 15 minutes. lustres Përmidis lustres out from his trouser belt abdomen and thick book that I take with me. Stories and Novels of Thomas Mann, sit on the bench and reading lustres station shelter to Marion and the Wizard. Elevate your eyes to see any light that enters the machine lustres wears. I do not want to lose any way bus. Otherwise will I have to wait an hour and a half përmidis air temperature -14 degrees and 78 percent humidity, which makes it feel like -22 temeraturën. Narrator is on holiday in the south of Italy. Somewhere on the coast. Since 1930. The atmosphere seems to come will become unpopular, but has proved such a devastating workmanship, I let myself be vrerosem until the end. I think, as usually happens with writers that I like, that Thomas Mann is the greatest writer of the last century. A new light hum. There is a bus. I start to worry. It fixed the hour when it should arrive. I guess maybe for a few minutes. Pres. Not coming. Spend full 12 minutes. I feel that the magician is a demagogue and charlatan of pazhbirueshëm of the general public. Note that I have similarities with how desperate lustres character. He is a man of dirt but complacent. Scruple more and start urrehem. I believe with all my heart that I avenged work in the factory and the second shift. Not even seem real suffering, more like remembering. 25 minutes, the bus anywhere. Cold. Snowy mountain stands no attribute opposite. Oh how did I a small shovel! The lights are static, the estranged and tired. Behind me there fëshfërijnë Zhuk. Not heard anything. I am alone. The wizard has started to do monkey tricks that I would not dare to so desire. Started to feel better. But not so.
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