I was 21 years old when my grandfather took me to dance the lambada in a small corner of paradise in the heart of the Amazon. Saut Athanase. After 3 hours of boat in the pouring rain, Papi, 85, drowned hearing aids, drinking his ti-punch in the grand reception hut "(sic).
I returned. The first canoe-stop, three day journey to find both lit close to each other for a cigarette. I stayed ... several months. There was a clock that turned crooked. Of always sad too stupid and secondly, although more numerous, too nice. I have almost conquered my fear or guinea fowl and other fowl. I pampered. I walked for hours in water. I heard stories of gold miners, caimans and American dead. I saw snakes. I cut onions. I met the sellers of dry dog food and batteries of pans. I chased butterflies and ran after the goats. I searched for gold dust and I am bathed in a tub of pub-Thaiti douche.J have done endless card parties. I learned three words of Portuguese and English 4 which I immediately forgot. I nap in hammocks not very clear. I ate of the flashlight. I picked peppers. I have found especially true amis.Puis I returned again to meet ... the father of Loustick.
So with a little nostalgia today as a page is turned, I read this:
comment Loustik (totally in the first degree) bin wanting more that the thieves found the key under the door.
