Michael, sitting on the toilet Read the newspaper. It is Sunday and not have to work, there is not much to do in a small apartment, empty like that, so it takes time and begins with the national news.
Outside the department, on the street, you hear children playing and the heavy atmosphere of the last day of the week he loses a little slumber Sunday.
Abstracted in reading, runs the hearing by the lyrics full of hypocrisy and euphemism: a political one hits of autism in their statements (something happens that is not their job to be assertive, and less honest) leaders are vying for first place in their pockets from the public purse. Nothing unusual, but emputece it anyway.
When your view jumps to the international body does not change your mood, several countries still at war but next to a column is much higher on a given figurine television, and among so it goes tit people forget that the same plastic burn people do not know what area of \u200b\u200bconflict.
Her face crumples and twists, and do not know if this is the result of reading or work in the bathroom anyway - and doubts - he rushes to finish with both.
The culture section of the newspaper is not out of the ordinary, only this time the recommended bestseller becomes one of those self-help booklets pompous names he did not know, nor even its author.
Dizziness numbs it a bit, but it bears the blame on the gases emanating from the work.
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toilet paper and realizes there is nothing left, so that his face expression changed immediately, finding long-lost response to touring the fallacies of the weekly newspaper: "Everything returns to its roots" - he smiles, giving a practical use cluster size of banalities and lies.
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