Spain
What about Spain, she wrote, I have always wanted to go to Spain. – I remember, as a child, my granny brought me back a little donkey. It had a place of honour, among all my precious objects. I used to picture the donkey walking through the country lanes I saw in our school textbook. It must have been the donkey that inspired me to read that book. What was it called? About the boy who leaves home and goes off to fight in the Spanish Civil War.
He wrote back:
Spain gave me diarrhoea. My skin came up in blotches. I spent the holiday in the toilet of a hacienda disco.
Then you did not like Spain?
I loved it. Just Spain didn’t love me.
He wrote back:
Spain gave me diarrhoea. My skin came up in blotches. I spent the holiday in the toilet of a hacienda disco.
Then you did not like Spain?
I loved it. Just Spain didn’t love me.
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