10 of October
Hello! How goes everything that way? Phenomenal I. It makes a pair of days that I arrived at Helsinki. You would have to be here, this is happening. I lowered of the airplane and was snowing. The snow is so pretty. It seems white cotton. This is precious, everything snow-covered. That yes, is enough cold here, but I have bought a phenomenal shelter. He is so calentito!
I am already installed in house of Fruder. You know what it happened to me? Of way it appeared by the highway a reindeer here. What prettier thing! In my life I have seen more majestic animal. It seemed removed from a story. When arriving here I slipped with the ice lowering the suitcase of the taxi. Ja ja ja! It is all ice cream, so is amused! It said that I am in house of Fruder. It has left a car me so that it goes every day to the university, is not fantastic. In the morning, when I went to remove the car from the garage, I was yesterday, whereupon it had snowed at night, and I had to clear the pile of snow with a shovel.
He was so authentic! It felt Doctor to me in Alaska! This is phenomenal, would enchant that estuviéseis here to me. I send a postcard to you so that you prune to admire the landscape, that seems left a story of Dickens. I believe that I have reconciled with the world. Kisses. I will return to write.
20 of March
This is an excrement. I am until cojones of this site. This is like hell but with the conditioned air to all wafer. Who coño would command to me to put to me here? You I said it, mother! Although it seems to you lie, the thermometer does not raise here of 0. In what head it fits? By the way, what so the faults? Well no? cabrones... Here puto does not do more than to fall snow all day. What I say snow; white excrement, because this is white excrement. This morning, after half an hour trying to take the jodido car (one had frozen until the direction), I open the door and what I am. Then the one of all such putos days: one ton of white excrement. The doctor has said to me that he lets to me play with the palita, that as he becomes to me to hook the back I am going away to be quadriplegic. Ever since a month ago I stuck a slide in puto ice (excrement is transparent) and I removed a vertebra from the site, I am passing it fatal. Soon, from way to the university, I have run over puto reindeer. Cabrón has been crossed without warning. The reindeer, in my life I have seen animal more son of puta... And above, that you are created who me I have loaded it. Cabrón has left by legs while I remained in half of the anything with the burst radiator. The 20 kilometers walking by the snow me have left jodido well.
The snots are confused with the tears that roll by my cheeks while I write these lines to you. You do not know the desire that I must to return. I am until cojones of this puto place. I have desire to arrive at house and to clear the shelter excrement to me that I take above from October and that already begins to stink out. A hug to all. I want to you.
PS: I am thinking about making suicide.
Hello! How goes everything that way? Phenomenal I. It makes a pair of days that I arrived at Helsinki. You would have to be here, this is happening. I lowered of the airplane and was snowing. The snow is so pretty. It seems white cotton. This is precious, everything snow-covered. That yes, is enough cold here, but I have bought a phenomenal shelter. He is so calentito!
I am already installed in house of Fruder. You know what it happened to me? Of way it appeared by the highway a reindeer here. What prettier thing! In my life I have seen more majestic animal. It seemed removed from a story. When arriving here I slipped with the ice lowering the suitcase of the taxi. Ja ja ja! It is all ice cream, so is amused! It said that I am in house of Fruder. It has left a car me so that it goes every day to the university, is not fantastic. In the morning, when I went to remove the car from the garage, I was yesterday, whereupon it had snowed at night, and I had to clear the pile of snow with a shovel.
He was so authentic! It felt Doctor to me in Alaska! This is phenomenal, would enchant that estuviéseis here to me. I send a postcard to you so that you prune to admire the landscape, that seems left a story of Dickens. I believe that I have reconciled with the world. Kisses. I will return to write.
20 of March
This is an excrement. I am until cojones of this site. This is like hell but with the conditioned air to all wafer. Who coño would command to me to put to me here? You I said it, mother! Although it seems to you lie, the thermometer does not raise here of 0. In what head it fits? By the way, what so the faults? Well no? cabrones... Here puto does not do more than to fall snow all day. What I say snow; white excrement, because this is white excrement. This morning, after half an hour trying to take the jodido car (one had frozen until the direction), I open the door and what I am. Then the one of all such putos days: one ton of white excrement. The doctor has said to me that he lets to me play with the palita, that as he becomes to me to hook the back I am going away to be quadriplegic. Ever since a month ago I stuck a slide in puto ice (excrement is transparent) and I removed a vertebra from the site, I am passing it fatal. Soon, from way to the university, I have run over puto reindeer. Cabrón has been crossed without warning. The reindeer, in my life I have seen animal more son of puta... And above, that you are created who me I have loaded it. Cabrón has left by legs while I remained in half of the anything with the burst radiator. The 20 kilometers walking by the snow me have left jodido well.
The snots are confused with the tears that roll by my cheeks while I write these lines to you. You do not know the desire that I must to return. I am until cojones of this puto place. I have desire to arrive at house and to clear the shelter excrement to me that I take above from October and that already begins to stink out. A hug to all. I want to you.
PS: I am thinking about making suicide.
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