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Monday, March 7, 2011
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The Barnacle 13 Rue of the great comic Ibáñez, 50 years old today. We have returned to visit it floor by floor
We, at the foot of the Rue 13, the Barnacle, the vitriolic building designed by architect Ibáñez, now just half a century ago. We congratulate the teacher, because the creator of the most brilliant English housing solution will blow 15 candles on his 75th birthday.
smells of roasted chestnuts
at halftime coats to shoes and jerseys Segarra Sepu peak. A revival cinema, a pike of serene, donkey milk tablets to SACIS. There are scents that do not die, they are alive, kicking, in the library-DO NOT sentimental memory of our
The concierge and is the parrot, gossip, this witch always sweeps for home: "What, journalists, right? Not where I want to get called, but what you have been lost here, "he snapped. "Not much, meet neighbors, see what lame walk, for fifty years no one has stopped talking about them." "Then begin with the shopkeeper. His name is Chang, but here all call him Pepe. " The so Pepe is a Chinese, one more, and its filled no lack of
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. From sweets to people to chorizo \u200b\u200blentils, from snuff to dye for paella on Sunday. "I happy in the Pelcebe Tlece Lue. I do not engañal, as a former owner. " The former, one shopkeeper who tied the dogs with sausage, with sausage on the black market.
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Road right of this house Roque touch me, greet us with a couple of spiders savvy, mobile in hand. The caretaker says that much darling, that that door is home to two former Erasmus students, five mileuristas, three Ecuadorian families, the Kosovar Albanians trumpet, accordion, Romanian, and Turkish kebab on the corner. Not much chicha for a program rose. "I have one small room, but without the right to shower," greets the owner, who like many others of the need to make a killing. We heels, to the impressive front-exclusive call: Doctor of Science of the sufferings of the inhabitants and residents of the United Animal explains the plaque on the door. In short, a veterinarian lifetime. His specialty, to fake.
As there is little material to cut, followed the directions of the concierge ("good guys, but that way") and disclose it again in rigorous scoop, the secrets of fashion designers Fashion For Ever Wadding, grandchildren the one tailor who you picked as the palm of the hand. "Our latest design, a wedding dress of blue Vergara, strapless neckline Penedes corduroy." The camera and I agree: we prefer the organza and godliness those brides who came to the vicarage and radiant white. Back in the landing, we passed a bullfighter. Here are fresh bait. "How brown peaks, master?". "No, I just adopted. The bulls of "Impressions" are left with the farm, and no one Toree. " Im-pressive, maestro. But come cries of women and adolescent tantrum from upstairs: "I'm going to put a lock on your computer, do not return it to hang up my video on facebook with the butane." They were going to be more harmless firecrackers surfer then the bottle now.
The thief and the brick
In the third left or tried. Already alerted us to the porter: "Nor were they to occur, shake hands as he was going to have to count your fingers afterward. " No longer distracted portfolios in the Metro. Fifty years later, the thief also prefers the brick. The thing municipal and reclassified. The caretaker keeps sagging. Not us. The scene is to sweep the share: "Burn, burn." A mouse, astride the back of a cat, like a cowboy in the rodeo. Circumspect people throng at the door of Manolo, the five million unemployed. Like those one million tourists, two million, Fraga, the unemployed will not go empty: "Here's your award, Manolo, we will lose one-thousandth the Euribor." "The mouse continues to own (it has set fire to the kitty) and we to business. Elevator down. If Fernando Alonso not get it we have soup.
We are already on the street. Fifty years later, in the vicinity of 13 Rue of Barnacle smells like tele-pizza, smell franchise, piracy and illegal downloads, it smells like ringtones, smells like ERE, smell smoke snuff the office of the 5 th , stiff smoking in the street with a cold that seems to war. Fifty years later, at 13 Rue of Barnacle the heart of Spain, although the arrhythmia of the crisis, still beating. Home, bittersweet home. ABC.ES,
MANUEL DE LA FUENTE
06/03/2011 Day ACTIVITY: Perform the same exercise thinking about your neighborhood
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