May 31, 2010
On Saturday I was at the Madrid Book Fair with Eduardo Cruz. Both, naturally confused, it grew over time without any new book published. There are many celebrations throughout the year and, frankly, we can not be everywhere ...
The fact is that, far from resigned to losing the opportunity to engage with our readers, we slipped into a booth and signed books are dedicated to others ...
The thing we were not given anything wrong ... At least, until the owner of the house discovered that neither of us was Angela Vallvey ... It took half an hour ... At that time, despite their anger, signed and sold a considerable amount of books that he will be a net economic benefit and satisfaction we have completed another year with the ritual of the feast of letters par excellence (with the exception of which is mounted when you pay off your mortgage).
After which, and to celebrate our freedom on bail, we decided to eat at a nearby restaurant with a lot of good friends. The perfect place, the food excellent, the dishes a lot, because it took more than four hours to scrub it all. After this long desk, really, our intention was to return to the great stage of Literature with a capital, but instead decided to sit by the pool to throw bread to ducks that despite everything, we lifted the restaurant (we left bologna for dinner) and thus forged a friendship is over pastoral, poetic and geese and ducks, which I hope will last for many years.
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