Thursday, October 17, 2002

the running of the bulls

Joserra's story (my tour guide on a hike through the Basque Country, 2002)

This man, he was called Greg Smith, and his wife was very beautiful and he said that he wanted to run with the bulls, how could I help him sign up for that, and would I do it, too?

I did not want to do it but he, the man, Greg Smith, says his wife will not let him, but if I say yes, then we both can go. So I agree, but... a disgusting feeling was growing.

on the day of the running, i see greg smith and his wife, standing very close. I think she is giving him a goodbye kiss but no, he says to me, "Josera, I'm very sorry, but my wife says I can't go."

So that is how I ran with the bulls, by myself.

Well, that is neither here nor there.

Do you know of a band called the J. Giles Band? I think that this is the most excellent American band.

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