Look at this video. This place was known as the Spanish Switzerland once. I was reborn in this sacred place that time, when Riaño neighbours had already started their fight for saving their homes and land. President Felipe González was empowered those years to have stopped such a environmental devastation. He did not. He and his rich friends were too much interested in the real estate speculation.
CHAPTER III
The dog was sit down on my feet warming my legs.I did not want to cast a gloom over us. I only cast the last look through the door glass while laying absolutely hopeless my body back along the seats. Then I saw like a kind of huge very tall ghosts emerging outside. Dozens of clear grey slender spectres stretching their threatening arms around an old little defenseless car and our poor lives inside with.
_ What´s that?_ I exclaimed in terror pointing to the phantoms.
_ Do you mean that?_ It was Joachim answering._ Look at that Luis. Castile and Lion on their knees bow to Asturias summits, the Spain´s cradle.
So complicated was his answer, just to mean that those phantasmagorical visions were The Peaks of Europe, the most famous mountain chain of the North of Spain, that I think it was so long explanations of him, or perhaps the joints smoke making the air stuffy, and surprisingly the place cosy, what made me fell half asleep. Imagine that majestic far sight in the death of the night. The only thing that was possible to see was the faint snow laid on the hills slopes. If I had made Luis to stop to get out of the car, wherever we were, where could I have gone to shelter on my own?
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