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About Zaragoza

I’m angry, though—world’s gone mad, ain’t it? Pushin’ folks to sell themselves ‘cause coin’s scarce. Breaks me heart, it does. *hic* But happy? Oh, when I met this one lass—called herself Rose, prob’ly fake—cracked a joke ‘bout me hat. Cheeky! Had me laughin’ ‘til I near choked on me rum. Surprised me, too—some o’ these gals got sharper wit than half me crew.

De vuelta a Venezuela

On June 1, , in Ciempozuelos (Madrid), the doors of the Asylum of Our Lady of Consolation were opened to offer a space of humanity.

I stroll down to Plaza del Sol every morning, feelin’ the mix of history and modern life. The park, Parque del Prado, is my secret escape, where I sometimes daydream about film scenes, like in White Material, "ça te rappelle un truc?" or something cheesy like that. I love sitting on a bench by the river Manzanares (okay, calle instead of river sometimes, but hey, who cares?) and let the breeze remind me that life can be as dramatic as a Claire Denis movie!

Fig. 1. Cuenco campaniforme Ciempozuelos del yacimiento de La...