Town Hall

James (good), here after eat while I enjoyed a coffee and a shot, I started writing this story surrounded by diners more heterogeneous, a black with a white paint to be Ukrainian, three Navarre (no doubt about it by their faces and their accent ), two unclassifiable, one, who looked like a poor one, looked like a clerk and a couple that seemed to be scolding each other by faces showing. The two waiters, with much more efficiency and professionalism than sympathy, I have served circumspect but quickly and well done, and their behavior, above reproach. Here I stop writing because it is 15:00, I'm half asleep and I'll try to hear the news on television den and I'm interested to see them since apparently, a flying machine has crashed this morning in Madrid. ahasta later! a ------------- a. . . . . . After hearing the news on TV where they have reported that a plane has fallen in the vicinity of the M-40 in Madrid, I took a spin around the city. I have approached the Town Hall to admire the facade of City Hall from the balcony chupinazo launch the start of the famous festival of San Fermin, and from there across the Plaza del Castillo, who was beautiful and sunny but I have been street above the avenue of Charles III, until you reach the Plaza del Conde de Rodezno, where once were located the offices of NCR, I have come to the door and there is the cafeteria Reta and chigrin the bottom of the Autodidact plaz