I get a mail from Nadia. To go to metro Mapocho the Fine Arts. There should be a bookstore to find some criticism and Chilean literature contemporary.
But before leaving, Child C has to have breakfast. No doubt. Since yesterday just eat cookies and sandwiches for our economy devalued. Is that Chile is very expensive, then I find out that it is for them Chileans earn between 160,000 (the majority) to 300,000 Chilean pesos (at least), a passage by bus costs 300 (therefore, are 4200 pesos per week or 17000 per month, taking two trips a day which is 10% of first salary and 5% in the second), the descent of an elevator and back 100 pesos, 10,000 pesos a book, three lemons 500 pesos a share 13,000 pesos a public university, 900 pesos a pie, a dish of food in a restaurant 5000 pesos, a soft drink pints 1000 pesos and the food is incomparable, worse than in Argentina, much worse.
But now we must seize. The Hostel is expensive and not let him breakfast or crazy. Go down to the dining room. The morning air passes through a current of hedges and there, at bottom, circular tables display ceramic colorinches wells and huge slices of sliced \u200b\u200bbread wrapped in napkins. Now, look at the red jam. Berries "or strawberries? Do not know. Neither wants to know, because if something known is that all red candies make you vomit or nearly vomiting. Like thick blood directly into the stomach. And I'm anything but a vampire. Although this critically profession under-literary writing is sort of vampirism, as Rafael said once. But this has nothing to do with literature. Is one breakfast. And he sits with suspicion.
Take a bag of tea and toast with butter smeared three-hundred percent calories your body thin and thyroid. Knows he can not, but will eat the same thing. After no time to lose weight. So far, no allergic smell or slimy gelatin could curb hunger. Until that happens. On the doorway, a man asked the lady cleaning something. The woman is uncomfortable. It seems because he lowers his head, scratching or nose cap, takes a hand to mouth. Now listen. Prompts for a pharmacy and the woman answers something that I can not hear. But enough. The guy goes through, cuts, breaks the air of the room. I can not believe it! You shit stains marble face, belly, dirty clothes and the smell unbearable mess with butter and sliced \u200b\u200bbread to the mouth by the nose.
the stomach. More disgust. Hardly get tea. I see the specks of butter floating in the liquid and I remember the others are still in the perception, beaten to perception. Will we came to stop a home for men in the street? Maybe. I said from the beginning. The blood throws (naturalist). F did not even notice, never gives accounts of disasters that happen around us. Until we wake up and just when we were in the hall, we were locked up there with the guy back in hand bag from the pharmacy. In passing, the woman who comes to close the front door was a desperate gesture contained arcade. YF ran off the laughter and Child C could not do more than imitate the geta puckered.
But before leaving, Child C has to have breakfast. No doubt. Since yesterday just eat cookies and sandwiches for our economy devalued. Is that Chile is very expensive, then I find out that it is for them Chileans earn between 160,000 (the majority) to 300,000 Chilean pesos (at least), a passage by bus costs 300 (therefore, are 4200 pesos per week or 17000 per month, taking two trips a day which is 10% of first salary and 5% in the second), the descent of an elevator and back 100 pesos, 10,000 pesos a book, three lemons 500 pesos a share 13,000 pesos a public university, 900 pesos a pie, a dish of food in a restaurant 5000 pesos, a soft drink pints 1000 pesos and the food is incomparable, worse than in Argentina, much worse.
But now we must seize. The Hostel is expensive and not let him breakfast or crazy. Go down to the dining room. The morning air passes through a current of hedges and there, at bottom, circular tables display ceramic colorinches wells and huge slices of sliced \u200b\u200bbread wrapped in napkins. Now, look at the red jam. Berries "or strawberries? Do not know. Neither wants to know, because if something known is that all red candies make you vomit or nearly vomiting. Like thick blood directly into the stomach. And I'm anything but a vampire. Although this critically profession under-literary writing is sort of vampirism, as Rafael said once. But this has nothing to do with literature. Is one breakfast. And he sits with suspicion.
Take a bag of tea and toast with butter smeared three-hundred percent calories your body thin and thyroid. Knows he can not, but will eat the same thing. After no time to lose weight. So far, no allergic smell or slimy gelatin could curb hunger. Until that happens. On the doorway, a man asked the lady cleaning something. The woman is uncomfortable. It seems because he lowers his head, scratching or nose cap, takes a hand to mouth. Now listen. Prompts for a pharmacy and the woman answers something that I can not hear. But enough. The guy goes through, cuts, breaks the air of the room. I can not believe it! You shit stains marble face, belly, dirty clothes and the smell unbearable mess with butter and sliced \u200b\u200bbread to the mouth by the nose.
the stomach. More disgust. Hardly get tea. I see the specks of butter floating in the liquid and I remember the others are still in the perception, beaten to perception. Will we came to stop a home for men in the street? Maybe. I said from the beginning. The blood throws (naturalist). F did not even notice, never gives accounts of disasters that happen around us. Until we wake up and just when we were in the hall, we were locked up there with the guy back in hand bag from the pharmacy. In passing, the woman who comes to close the front door was a desperate gesture contained arcade. YF ran off the laughter and Child C could not do more than imitate the geta puckered.
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