Someone once said which is a pity that the heroes will make the tributes and statues once you are dead. In this blog I have sinned in that, just do not expect that people will die, but they leave Trekroner (which a little is like dying) to make a small tribute. Last Sunday a Patulea of \u200b\u200bpeople are overwhelmed with hundreds of suitcases and a huge box to the airport in Copenhagen, to dismiss two heroines.
Paula is stealthy and smiling. His culinary skills are scarce, despite which won the contest against Charles tortillas. His skills as a cook increased considerably, but got stuck in the ham and cheese quiche (his specialty). Paula, despite being seemingly brittle, points to a bombing, and has gone to almost all the trips and parties are organized. In his last days used leave the garden behind Korallen to sunbathe, despite the constant threat of water balloons.
Eva To understand how it is best to describe your room, "the brothel", so called because the lamp was covered with red cloth to reduce light. "The Brothel" was permanently scented with aromatic candles, the quilt was patterned with roses, like the posters on the walls. Above the drawers there were dozens of jars with perfumes, gels, creams, fragrances, and so on. Had my comfortable couch and a full cabinet of crockery and food. The entire room was undergoing a thorough cleaning once a week (although increased frequency of stress depending on one's own Eva, these sessions were called "limpiezoterapia").
So Eva: perfumed, proud, smart (except for the glasses without glass) and listener party faithful radio channel. It was the predator of the room 18. The day came, ten months ago, told his mother that in less than two weeks would be back.
With Eva and Paula are countless anecdotes, since, as I have been involved in every event that is organized (water fiestas, destructive parties, birthdays, etc). Are old friends of Janitor.
Eva To understand how it is best to describe your room, "the brothel", so called because the lamp was covered with red cloth to reduce light. "The Brothel" was permanently scented with aromatic candles, the quilt was patterned with roses, like the posters on the walls. Above the drawers there were dozens of jars with perfumes, gels, creams, fragrances, and so on. Had my comfortable couch and a full cabinet of crockery and food. The entire room was undergoing a thorough cleaning once a week (although increased frequency of stress depending on one's own Eva, these sessions were called "limpiezoterapia").
So Eva: perfumed, proud, smart (except for the glasses without glass) and listener party faithful radio channel. It was the predator of the room 18. The day came, ten months ago, told his mother that in less than two weeks would be back.
With Eva and Paula are countless anecdotes, since, as I have been involved in every event that is organized (water fiestas, destructive parties, birthdays, etc). Are old friends of Janitor.
Paula caught a bike great in Copenhagen, probably the best bike we've seen. He decided to take her to Manchester. He bought a giant box, dismounted the bike and went. I volunteered to help carry the box to the airport. Pasquale Fer and signed up for the Bike's Team. Big mistake on my part, because I ended up wounded.
The box was huge and very unstable. We carried on a cart that was merely a detour. On the train blocked the road in a corridor, and some force to turn I got a cut on his finger. With bloody hand, still had to carry the box around the terminal, avoiding people and walls by a few millimeters. Finally, the box was delivered by the window of "big bags" and Paula promised us dinner at the breakwaters that I have not been forgotten. Half an hour later, without putting together a dramatic and tear pifostio, left. Fer, Pasquale and I went to see the planes taking off in a persistent drizzle.
The box was huge and very unstable. We carried on a cart that was merely a detour. On the train blocked the road in a corridor, and some force to turn I got a cut on his finger. With bloody hand, still had to carry the box around the terminal, avoiding people and walls by a few millimeters. Finally, the box was delivered by the window of "big bags" and Paula promised us dinner at the breakwaters that I have not been forgotten. Half an hour later, without putting together a dramatic and tear pifostio, left. Fer, Pasquale and I went to see the planes taking off in a persistent drizzle.
- WE ARE NOT SAFE AT ALL, BUT THERE IS A 80% chance that EVA AND PAULA ARE stuck on this plane -
Eva and Paula, the Malaga of Korallen, able to speak English with expression of La Palmilla, Korallen is lost without you. Your songs will no longer mellow sound between these walls. See you soon.
