Saturday, April 25, 2015

Alicante
 I do not like the Spanish language and is sceptical to its people when
they talk very fast they cover you with spittle a breath  of wet,
well, chewed garlic. If you to a bar in the evening they serve you with
small platters of food that all are drowning in mustard mayones
In Alicante where thousands of Norwegians live, they now nothing 
of the life of the Spanish, only socialize amongst themselves and
from some houses you see the Norwegian flag snapping in the wind.
The Spanish take in this with a spitting humour, the people who have
bought houses here can so easily lose them again, and they have little
impact on Spanish culture as they have nothing to offer. When, snow
falls in Norway, the sun shines in Alicante, only  the evening is cold and
damp caused by cheaply built housing and those with bad lungs should
go somewhere else, but the Norwegians can live on as long as they
Can see the sun and think they are middle class. But should I talk living
in Portugal that is really a feeble province of Spain with  a population
too meek to take on big business and corrupt politicians.


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