At 19 years, in my first year in Barcelona, Chema and I had serious marital problems.
hard for me to do one thing at a time, whether to brush my teeth, watching TV or dry my hair. Thanks to my anxiety, I have to accompany all my actions of another complementary will not be that escape me time too quickly.
is why every time you watch a movie (and saw between 1 and 4 per day), I had to be chopping something, what would last long enough to cover all the footage? Bag pipes.
Obviously, Chema hated me to death every time he pipes creeks to open and wanted to kill me every second, but I could not stand still just looking at the screen without doing anything with my hands, I could hardly horrors.
One day we went to the Cinematheque to see 'As wedding Deus', a stunning and hypnotic film João César Monteiro. I will never forget that image of the girl eating a pomegranate, so sex, red slipping from his mouth, the juice streaming down his neck, regardless of dirt, reeling wildly, as if eating from the same animal entrails of a freshly caught.
found the solution in the cinema: I started to eat a grenade film, and grain to grain occupied the minutes with the hive.
never had much red in the mouth as this year.
I remember all this because on Saturday I bought grenades on the market, you know, for old times sake.
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