On a foggy morning, I went to school, I could not see the way, I was lost; I saw a cow standing in the street, and it was lost; and my grandfather, there was my brother (he and his mates when winter came hugged and danced, he was brought to tears by women with huge breasts); and the mad woman; and the great steamship that appeared at sea at night, and that was our festival, a joyous festival beyond borders; and My uncle, he was throwing stones at every turn, he was standing on a tree and howling loudly: I want a woman...
I've never been ashamed of him.
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