Cell
After watching 211, a highly recommendable film, I came back memories of a home by bus from Zaragoza, where from Daroca ( where a jail big enough) I have no choice to hear the conversation of two inmates who sat permit just behind me. One was a Moroccan, the other must be Valencia's accent, though his voice was almost as harsh as Malamadre. I reproduce the conversation is impossible, just remember isolated sentences:
"The Moors call you who you do not have to taste bad. It is not to insult: you are a Muslim and that's it. No is said to be missing. For shit moro miss is not it? "
"18 years I had everything, even children. I had plenty of pasta and had a caliber of 170 horses. And from what I came out of hell"
"The important thing now is to study"
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