i tried to buy trousers here in El Corte Inglés.
no. minimum length all 34, i don't like to walk on but in them. need 32.
orange juice, stopped thinking, no plans now.
i see various people walking across.
fat women carrying their belly proudly in front of them, walking upright with a smile. i see a slim one, bent over, no strength left, her head wobbling towards her chest with each step. i see men with a gait as if they would use nappies, tight arsed and vane.
i notice i am still very tired.
so, i have written enough.
next to me a portuguese chat between friends, coffees on the table.
it is still relaxing to understand only few singled out words. no stories. i am resting.
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