Everytime I can not find a book about some particular issue I am interested in I think I should write about it. Although I finally sit down waiting for it to pass. It well might be that I am just bad at searching.

We were in a karaoke bar. There were not too many people there. Something called our attention: a guy was teasing a young woman. He seemed a bull under drug influence and was around 130 kilograms. Nobody dared to say a word, not even the woman's partner. Things were getting worse and the guy lifted his hand, threatening her. I don't know what wen through my mind; it was beyond I could admit. I told a friend of mine "let's go". And there we went, not knowing what the heck could happen in the next few minutes. There was no harm, just shouts and some pushes. Finally the police arrived and all the thing was over.

Toasted bread and coffe for adults and cookies and cereals for children. The toast with butter, or oil, tomato; ham as well. There is also a sort of fried dough made just of flour, called churros. It is very popular, mainly out of home.

There was a gal in my class, at the university. She became the queen of Spain.

I had a cat. It was black and white and it once scratched my legs. I was six. One day it vanished and we didn't know anything else since then. I think it had a stray cat soul. There was a chicken as well. It also disapeared overnight. We had chicken for lunch the next day. I think you know what I mean. Regarding our white mouse, it appeared drowned in a bucket of water. I understood that I wasn't mean for having pets.