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What can make you endure an hour standing waiting at the airport? Literature, of course. With Aunt Julia, I spent the time flying. The book I had reserved for these purposes and has not disappointed me. Although at first I was hooked when I got down to work I could not stop reading until the stairs of the plane and then I read on the inside, of course. He found that for low-cost airlines book is not baggage, it's nothing: you can polka dot carry on luggage under the armpit and is like a handkerchief or folk costume. Or maybe they consider it as a bible and do not dare bring him lashing recovenirte as if it depended on your personal salvation. The novel is superb. The admiration bookish artifice produces only complete with greed, the desire to keep reading, they unleash their stories. For not only marvel at the writer but the gossip that tells you more great gossip that so admirable. "Gentlemen passengers: the driver greets them. Welcome to our train. "(Why the hell did I never know where I put my lighter?)" The trip will start in five minutes. "(In four fifty-eight. In four fifty-six. Within . . . )" Please check that your seat belts fastened stay all the way. "(In four fifty . . . ). "Watch your luggage and keep the aisle free. " (Where's that damn lighter?) "I remember that smoking is only allowed in the area enabled the cafeteria. " (No, no, no . . . !) . "We wish you a happy journey. " (Last night I promised not to forget) "Good morning. " (Ja!) (In four thirty-three. Thirty-one Four . . . ) (. . promised not to forget). The trains come and go but only one gets you where you want to go, but if you lose just to wait again, does not disappear at infinity, you just have to wait for another pass through your station. My name is Moon. I was born 46 minutes later. So when to you is I live in 6:27 7:13. I recently discovered that my mission in the world is sucking the spoon of coffee to avoid staining the plate. Welcome to the Street of the Moon. .