There is a town all Zacatecas pinchurriento way or in the surrounding hinterland, do not know for sure, is so fucking their location does not even deserve a place in my memory. That people are so fucking ugly that no matter if pabimentan, continues to be just as asshole.
misfortune for me that place was visited by my uncles and my mother because her aunt and grandmother lived there. So every year we at least once because in my years as a child there was no way to say no, because you was going.
The people, again, no big thing, from the point of such a fatalistic view of someone like me, it's just a pile of boxes farts in the middle of nowhere. Because so few know immediately that you are not there and know when you go since everyone knows and everyone knows in their "dirty laundry."
I wish I had fond memories of that place, but the truth is that although I try, I fail to have even one. Each trip I was the same, I had more strength than by taste, eat things with a couple of bites you never to eat it in years, the most fun was trying to find ways to "snow" of the TV and , if that was not enough, I had to hear how other bonuses and I were useless compared to the villagers. Parochial in the best sense, I say, never miss the asshole who are offended by anything.
I was always the best plan possible, especially if I'm not on speaking terms. My dad had a saying, it was more like this:
"The only way to be comfortable in that place is still asleep, fart or crazy."
The problem is that they let you sleep for being lazy and therefore sinner let you take up walking like a bear, but yes, there are up early, so they took the risk to be raw and be forced to get up seven in the morning. It serves not be mad because I'm bored, need we say more?.
remember those comparisons as if they were made yesterday. We were on the table waiting for food, which I find frustrating, is not it bothers them that they want to serve everything on the table when they visit a house?. Well, continued. My great-aunt explained how and why it took so long to peel nopales, those damn green gore, and after doing so he suggested we should, bonuses, know how to do that, because they were "biggie."
a premium if they are offended, because she and her mother go (or went) to cooking classes, wasting money to learn things then someone will say no you can do, is to admit that it feels a little hole. He began by saying that we should teach, because we were too big to not know how or eggs. I believe he based his theory on the fact that being there did not touch not a single dish, the house is small, and my aunts and my mother was desperate to meet others if part of them in the kitchen, so do not enter by mistake or when they are in yours. But returning back to the subject. He
sample meals the simplest and most hackneyed of the world. Beans, rice, noodle soup and ready, if we did not know to do that, we were idiots city slickers. Mother knew was worth making meat dumplings produced entirely by hand, the cakes will be soft, spongy bark and no burned, it was worth a lot of cock, if you could not do those meals she considerba well, you were a dude, typical city . I must admit that the few people that he knows from there feel they are the epitome all right and you need to know, but many have not even completed high school. And it is because they can not, most of the men have gone to U.S. and send money because they do not want, feel "popis", a kind of socialites who do not need to know something and mistakenly assume that it will be so forever.
look at you with disdain and in stores treat you like you were doing you a favor. With things like that or they want to dig deeper into the village, and did not mention it, but we stayed in what we might call the "boundary between the cell signal and the area 0" ... Pretty desperate, on one hand could run away and hitchhiking, but on the other you never know if someone a Bochita could be a serial murderer.
about three days ago had planned to return, immediately said no. No thought to be one and a half listening to my cousins \u200b\u200bis that Madrazo cling to the next village, complete with the tonito victorious. Or, listen to the city for being the best that I can do is open cans culinary speaking. I put thousands of loopholes, since I had to take care of my dog \u200b\u200bto my reaction to the excess land, which is true, but it sounded desperate.
my good fortune to walk around there quite uncertain according to reports, all I know, but thanks to the narcos, the shooting, robbery the middle road and others, I did not go there. If I could, I would buy this place and would make a hotel ... or Congal.
-Ryoko-
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