I arrive in London. It snows. They close Heathrow airport, trains stop working, buses stop circulating, all traffic is jammed; shops, schools and universities close, everybody blames the government. And I think bloody hell, this would never happen in Norway. But then I think again. I go out and enjoy the snow:
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So now you could say existence is recursive, but loveable, laughable, unforgettable!:)
Hey, and the captions emerging on the pictures, that's ab-so-lute-ly brilliant!
Mmmm, we like news!
I think for a moment that your blog has nothing to do with mine. Check my last post and you will discover why.
By the way, I knew you will never walk alone, you found some good fellas, though not for long, am I right?
Joder, por un momento he pensado: " El muy cabrón se ha ido a Noruega también"? xDDD
Me gusta saber que tras esas primeras fotos in Madrid, llegaron unas cervezas calentorras con un servidor. Es como ser una parte de un epílogo de un trozo de un post =D
Un abrazo! =P
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