Well, it seems that the connection gosh, at least for now.
Today we woke up like a normal day ... good, normal within the abnormality Barcelona reigns these days: scared, not knowing what happens with the firm intention of reaching an army truck to try to reach a safe spot.
What we thought to find there?
No idea what to do once we arrived?
viz. The key was the word "insurance", which seemed so alien in recent days.
So, my parents and I have raised (raised more than say, "We no longer stand guard") when the sun has risen in order to reach the collection point located in the B Hospital
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