Birds visit to a psychiatrist,
forget the stars come out,
death travels in white ambulances,
say that I speak of Madrid.
The sun is a butane stove,
life one meter from point .. .
And yesterday I arrived. Barajas 8:50, 15 minutes ahead of schedule. I do not know how people can complain about Ryanair.
At 8:05 I was finding people known in the underground ... some going, others came ... some are like me, by the way ... a week and back to town. Others have started uni already and are involved in routine. I go with my MP3 through the corridors of the metro ... singing, as always ... What memories!
8:15 step around the office ... check-in and keys in hand of my new room. Single with my dip in perfect condition (to see how long) and views ChamartÃn towers. My terror was a room overlooking the courtyard! I am above what was the room wifi, or just two floors below the router I have ... I hope that the connection to continue doing so well when you are around the world.
Procedures and formalities ... remodel my room ... (Thinking about a visit to Ikea) one day very productive in the library ... many things in mind ... see my boyfriend for a while ... returning to the residence ... dinner with my people ... reach the room ... (getting into the Ikea website) ... ... ... ... ... ... Sleep. Wake. And to think that there are only two days for the math test. As and I get to it.
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