Yesterday 190 people were killed on trains in Mardid. The work of terrorists. Having no TV and not listening to the radio ment that I did not find out about it until this morning.
Somewhere, a man, in the depths of a snowy forest, does not know that this tragedy has happened. He chops his wood and eats his soup, and the snowflakes continue to fall.
The footprints from his cabin to the outside toilet are covered and disappear.
Nobody in Madrid knows that this man is eating soup in the quiet of his cabin.
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