the other day about getting into the cold night and impressive on the street, I went sitting at the stop in Cologne and Eduardo Acevedo, right in front of the YMCA, waiting for a friend . In the expected musical, another friend of mine passed along. I call it, we salute you and we start to talk. Long time no see you, so we start shooting our lives, everything is quite as it was, except that my brother, he says, is living in New Zealand.
The immediate question was: what the hell is doing in New Zealand? Go with the Kiwis, arranges boxes of kiwi - I said - sacándole relevant to the issue and move on to another topic. My friend's face was blurred for a while and after a moment of silence runs:
"kiwi is salty! Paaah ... what a strange thing. It's like a fruit but is not. There is, taste you have is different than you expect, not acidic .... The texture is also unexpectedly good, better not to talk shell. It is as if born from a seed, put out? It's like a furry animal that gets into the ground and zaz! Salen kiwis ... besides what's up? are cluster type, type apple, how they are born? surely not out of a seed ... "
that is low in the bondi my friend and talk again diluted and the monotony of daily meetings and promises, and more. We said goodbye and went to different sides.
What will be the Kiwis eh?
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