star Year 2008.
My ship takes land in Palm Mallorca. Mission: High-level Meeting of the Galactic Confederation. Coordinates: 45GHtYWWR7. Meeting point: 5940pJ896
I ask my computer to tell me the coordinates and point of contact in local mode: Santa Ponsa, Hotel Pioneer.
Something is not right. No, I do not mean that the hotel room is much lower in that category to my rank in the Confederacy should be.
room is clear that, technically, is not objectionable: bed, wardrobe, TV, nightstand, bathroom, safe, minibar. What happens is that everything is done to scale.
Let us be clear: it would something of a luxury suite if I were Lilliputian.
Let us even more clearly: an erection, emerging as it was, inevitably force me to take part of my anatomy out of the room.
Pioneer Hotel. Here you will see the fucking Pin and Pon. If not, do not understand.
But no. Is not that what makes me have the fly behind her ear. Where are the natives? For a moment think that a mad scientist, annoyed by recent sporting successes in Spain, has poisoned the water or air in a deadly selectively to affect only persons of English nationality. The local population has been, purely and simply replaced by a humanoid different star systems with only two common denominators: massive amount of tattoos and a suspiciously pink color.
stop at a kiosk. Buy the world and very interesting. Four ninety five. I 5 euros. Fortunately enough. Nobody seems to understand my language. All hotel employees have badges with your name: Helga, Miroslaw, Rania, Chiara .... Prevents the closure of the lift to enter a freckled girl with clear eyes. A simple "Thank you, Danke, Thank you or Mercy" is replaced by a rant in one language, probably Germanic, which would have made that very moment if I became Primo Levi, I had gone to the foot down to share a lift with someone who speaks to you so that you think you come up with Himmler himself.
The key does not open the minibar. I have thirst. Tap water tastes like water around some Pacific atolls. In the hall is a machine. Aquabona pint of 2.80 euros. I punched the wall after drinking the first sip to see if the grave. No, the price of water does not include superpowers. I need a drugstore to buy bandages for knuckles. Here there are no pharmacies, there Apotheker.
I decide to go down to the pool. Where's Wally? It's easy, it's me. Can not you see? I'm the only head above water with some brown hair on top. The rest of swimmers would seem watusi to the very ride of the Valkyries.
Ground Control to Major Tom, Ground Control to Major Tom ....
keep you informed.
My ship takes land in Palm Mallorca. Mission: High-level Meeting of the Galactic Confederation. Coordinates: 45GHtYWWR7. Meeting point: 5940pJ896
I ask my computer to tell me the coordinates and point of contact in local mode: Santa Ponsa, Hotel Pioneer.
Something is not right. No, I do not mean that the hotel room is much lower in that category to my rank in the Confederacy should be.
room is clear that, technically, is not objectionable: bed, wardrobe, TV, nightstand, bathroom, safe, minibar. What happens is that everything is done to scale.
Let us be clear: it would something of a luxury suite if I were Lilliputian.
Let us even more clearly: an erection, emerging as it was, inevitably force me to take part of my anatomy out of the room.
Pioneer Hotel. Here you will see the fucking Pin and Pon. If not, do not understand.
But no. Is not that what makes me have the fly behind her ear. Where are the natives? For a moment think that a mad scientist, annoyed by recent sporting successes in Spain, has poisoned the water or air in a deadly selectively to affect only persons of English nationality. The local population has been, purely and simply replaced by a humanoid different star systems with only two common denominators: massive amount of tattoos and a suspiciously pink color.
stop at a kiosk. Buy the world and very interesting. Four ninety five. I 5 euros. Fortunately enough. Nobody seems to understand my language. All hotel employees have badges with your name: Helga, Miroslaw, Rania, Chiara .... Prevents the closure of the lift to enter a freckled girl with clear eyes. A simple "Thank you, Danke, Thank you or Mercy" is replaced by a rant in one language, probably Germanic, which would have made that very moment if I became Primo Levi, I had gone to the foot down to share a lift with someone who speaks to you so that you think you come up with Himmler himself.
The key does not open the minibar. I have thirst. Tap water tastes like water around some Pacific atolls. In the hall is a machine. Aquabona pint of 2.80 euros. I punched the wall after drinking the first sip to see if the grave. No, the price of water does not include superpowers. I need a drugstore to buy bandages for knuckles. Here there are no pharmacies, there Apotheker.
I decide to go down to the pool. Where's Wally? It's easy, it's me. Can not you see? I'm the only head above water with some brown hair on top. The rest of swimmers would seem watusi to the very ride of the Valkyries.
Ground Control to Major Tom, Ground Control to Major Tom ....
keep you informed.
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