6.11 this morning and still wake up later with excruciating pain in the hips: these beds are a torture machine! Better to sleep on the floor! I spent the day photographing what I had photographed and returned to the hostel are visibly fatigued. Now I'm writing for a while ', and I resumed sitting on a chair to say the least comfortable after a week on that damn bunk bed. The lunchroom of the hostel and 'crowded and the guys make a great brothel and fun to be in their midst and know to be one of the most' old men. Many of them approached me and ask what he's important enough to write. Then briefly explain that I am taking a sort of travelogue that would be so many things in its intentions, but do not know what will be 'at the end! Usually they ask me to read something, but obviously embarrassed and I tell him that 'all in Italian, and to them,' Translate me, please! "Then I'll take a few sentences without a great value out of context from the rest of the text and translate it to him aloud. They look at me and say, "It's really interesting, mate! Great! I'm glad to talk with you, G'day, catch you later! "And go away, taking off from the evident embarrassment.
I'm ready for the start and happy to share. I want something new and something more 'especially hot! I have the bus at 20:00. The bus stop is not 'very away from the hostel and are only 18:10. But will 'certainly here on this chair to write: I do not want to shoot! In front of me, meanwhile, is performing in a game of pool play in a skirt: she 's in jeans and tank top, extremely masculine, and he has a lobster and green flowered dress with the "strasse" in the middle and straps that exposing her back and make her non-existent prominent decolletage ': cool!
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