- Today´s Tale -
Sleepless in Iceland
4am in the morning, she sits at the hotel lobby, flipping through a book absent-mindedly, across a bold guy. Elevator music lingers around, and the two receptionists are chatting behind the desk, on and off. The bold man, her reading companion, stands up, walking out of the lobby, leaving a chill travels through the revolving door.
Out of no where, a picture of young prostitutes on mid-night Barcelona street flashes through her mind.
Monday, September 13, 2010
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