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Until today, when finally I returned to my usual Sunday best strolling through Tristan Narvaja at noon. I was already worried: it was the fourth consecutive Sunday that there was no fair. First, because the holidays December 25 and January 1 were Sundays, and then because the two Sundays following it rained cats and dogs. Today when I told the peddlers to Paysandu Street see if the mandatory vacation this summer and autumn rather had taken some ...

What was good about the fair break was that I felt entitled to spend it for a month of unsuccessful trips. And so, because although there were no great treasures, there were small, and meet Wild Palms and Sanctuary , from Faulkner to $ 50, an old edition of 1984 , in English, to help me wash my guilt for having perhaps the issue most expensive and villain of Orwell's great novel .. They also went to my bag of Ian McEwan's novel Black Dogs , Emily Brontë's classic Wuthering Heights and the first novel for my stranger-German novelist Andreas Maier entitled Forest Tuesday. I bought this novel for three reasons: because they know fully what is written in Germany after Herr Grass, because such Andreas Meier was born in 1967 and because Adriana Hidalgo authors often post interesting but the price of his books is abusive, so never, until now, had bought none.

Moreover, this new year has come with the acquisition of some new habits and neglect of one man. Among the left is the snuff. As I do not know if persist, do not say that I quit but I stopped smoking. Among the new music is to listen when I go out there, helped by the gift of a really small and practical device that consumes little power.
This whole story is to tell them he was leaving due to the Fair I had the urge to take music with me but then I realized it was not a good idea: the fair is mainly a sensory bombardment is very stupid and deprived something as fundamental to be on the show as the ear.

As I was leaving I saw a peddler who spoke with a boy. He was missing a leg, but somehow it was half sitting on the job, on some drawers, and supported his crutch on the side, just front of the tomatoes. Perhaps he was a little drunk, or troubled, or angry or packed like a mule. The truth is that the woman tried to convince him since he left. Thus, for the good, as the boy did not realize that in reality it was pouring. And he said, as he put his hand on his shoulder

"Well, I'll see you next time. I'm glad to walk well, go and do not go just to forget the crutch ...."

The guy said nothing. I do not know if I was weird or is so used as a blind person to be told "we." I could not stop laughing, because I also remembered a very shortsighted Argentine friend that Once he came to Uruguay and forgot her contact lenses. While the ravioli dish was relatively full nobody noticed, but when they were two or three and fork again and again was on the plate without hitting any ravioli, another friend said: "Awesome is as if a paralytic forget ...." Wheelchair