about twenty years I traveled to Paris for the first time. It was not planned. Worked in the morning to pay my career from the afternoon shift and I called the heel of my rugby team, who had interest shown by a blonde named Monique, daughter of the mayor of a village near Issy-les-Molineaux. Out with another buddy, a wing frankly catastrophic, three in the afternoon (Next came six), with a Ford Sierra allegedly paid course-knew-it would only travel to Segovia. One day he played the final of the Copa del Rey in the discipline football association, between Barcelona and Real Sociedad. In San Sebastian we stopped for dinner, just when the fans knew Donostia lost the game. It rained like rain, which did not prevent a celebration and more alcohol to sports in the Plaza of the Constitution of the old neighborhood. From that city I drove until five in the morning. My driving experience was poor at that time, the owner of a Citroen regrettable, and was supposed to clear highways and night, my traveling companions slept were going to be safer. I never told them the danger passed over the bridge across the Garonne, too fast, enjoying the Ford engine that a formula-one for me. Accompanied me during those hours Four Brothers and especially its Green leaves of summer. At seven o'clock we arrived in Paris. Without frank and with an address in his pocket, a friend of Monique it was supposed would leave us two rooms for the four-day visit. After half an hour of eight, and after changing some money, we call her door and I knew that I would sleep there. The French were very nice. Gave us breakfast, but we found that his house was crowded, had arrived the night before some friends in Italy. This is what happens when you come without warning. I suspected from Burgos, but he did not care. Is that our hooker was a phenomenon people embarking on their adventures to get funding. Moreover, the type would head home to his girlfriend and we stayed were the other compounds. Yes, moved quickly and We had two hours and accommodation: a English blessed working for the BNP, a friend of his parents, he offered to leave us the top of the duplex ( dans le 7ème ). We were greeted with a smile, rather resigned and left his house without comment, that we must see that good people find one out there, but forgot toalmente of us because, after a nap, which stayed there warned that there was no key left at our disposal. And, dear friends there, in 1988 there were no phones, and we were not willing to spend a day locked up without trial, which had to do many things. So the window. He was a fifth floor, nineteenth, fortunately regular ledges. It happened, however, that the morphology of one wing was more suitable for those tools that a first line, and close the chamber in the media watched with dismay that the venerable old apartment adjacent to our host doubt, seriously doubt if you cross over a guy who begged them from the unexpected place where he was, in a French acceptable but not plausible for a Parisian. On the street began to gather a small crowd, alarmed at first, then curious, because the cause of our problems has just arrived with his beloved and explained to you will know why, because I have to me that the laughter that we guessed were intended. Thankfully, the two lovely ladies, silver hair and now, kind gesture, opened their windows, astonished at such audacity and recklessness. So, to Paris, finally. And yes, redeeming the time, therefore, that neither the nuances that so well reflects the accompanying video we missed. Since then there has been year for one reason or another no longer go there, the last to go shoot my fans and to make the city, with time base for raids across the continent. We'll see.
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