Monday, 1 November 2010
17:00

Acordei cedo, e normalmente, troquei de roupa.
Às sete e alguns quebrados fui pro Réus.

Calça preta é infalível mesmo.

Bem tranquila a viagem.

Paramos na casa da cultura.

Depois eles pararam pra bater foto com uma estátua de alguma santa.

E depois Kleiner Shein (tão buni! As caixinhas em estilo provençal, tudo branco, as frases em francês e citações, fofíssimas), igrejas, Fluss Haus (nossa, só digo uma coisa: TORTA ALEMÃ!)... Já tava morta de calor e cansaço no final da viagem...

Chegamos lá pelas cinco, acho.

Depois que voltei, ainda fui caminhar, e tudo mais.

Algumas fotos acima, ou abaixo, whatever.

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We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and -- in spite of True Romance magazines -- we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely -- at least, not all the time -- but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness. — Hunter S. Thompson

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