Earlier in this space (even before it was created) already had in mind the post I have now at hand. Through a co-worker and night station, and we agree more on the night shift and our routes are the same at least the last 50 km where it deviates until we return to find us around in the same point. Many hours of good conversation that we and where are addressed various issues: work, family, politics (at least), society, etc ...
maremagnum Among such issues, one day I said I was reading a book about a man from San Jose de la Rinconada (Sevilla), which was half distant relative of his, but which were known not to have lost all family ties, as my partner is Brenes. He told me above that belonged to a poor family with several brothers, one with one leg less for an industrial accident when he was a child, years of famine in the Outskirts of Seville and others. This man decides to enter politics in hiding, then continues in a democracy until it is detached and perceiving that politics is not what he expected, disappointed and doors retirement leaves everything to live a normal life taking note that before it had been stolen politics, hard work and the prison where he had the dubious honor, by mistake, to be the last political prisoner of the Franco-out to the street. A story that led me to ask the book to my partner when we stopped for coffee to take a look at the off-loading and unloading. In those fifteen minutes I had skipped several pages ojeé were enough to want to read everything. I asked my partner and he said no problem. When the knees operated on me was to see me at the hospital and brought me not theirs, if not for a gift for me. When I got home I grabbed him and was ready in three days. I thought that was an experience worth telling and my mind and forged a radio interview, a presentation Rociana ... I sat down at my computer and wrote a book review if commanded by some media and sent it along with the book dedicated to me. The book came with a dedication and an invitation to a luncheon in San Jose where I met a man who is called "good" worship by their eagerness to learn things (including reading and writing in years of brutal illiteracy) serious in his manner and thorough in his ideals. A very enjoyable and successful evening in pleasant and relaxed talks about his life, mine and everything else a good heat table.
We agreed to see us in another time and I told him that the review would publish in a blog that was planned (it). The circumstances do I have left so far, but I promised and here I leave the link for you to download the text, you read it in stride and you make your comments relevant to the insurance that read: http://cid- 9dd08e2e2944ace3.skydrive.live.com/self.aspx/.Public/Y% 7C_LA% 7C_VIDA.pdf . If after reading the book you want to browse or buy, you can put in your comment and the day of the meeting of the blogs I could bring.
Without further burden you no more for today and greetings from where I listen to music Tauri Kitaro while I write, to see if someday I can do something to listen to read the post the same music that I listen to write (post it added mental) ...
