Post by account_disabled on Nov 29, 2023 23:46:47 GMT -5
As if the words were carved directly into my brain. Irene – is – with – me. Nico's features distort, melting in the rain. I do not know what to say. There's nothing to say. He shakes his head. I am sorry. He turns and leaves. Away, out of camp, somewhere in the world out of sight and out of my life. I stay here letting the freezing rain pour over me, unable to move or even think. #8 – The Moors arrive Saracens in Val di Susa! It was a completely absurd idea, to be left with one's mouth wide open and eyes wide open, which was the abbot's expression upon hearing the news.
The Moors were arriving. His first reaction was laughter. The Saracens in the stories arrive by ship, to sweep the coasts. They are people of waves, of sand and desert. What on earth could they come to do in this narrow gap between the Alps whipped by the wind? Here, where the trees cling to the rocks as if they were afraid of being swept away Phone Number Data by the air or by the snow which, when it feels like falling, descends in an avalanche, to be lost or drowned in. Nothing but desert! Yet everyone repeated it obsessively. The Moors are arriving. They come up from Spain, from Cordoba and Grenada to look for a way to France.
Maybe up there Carlo Martello will be able to stop them, here everyone can save themselves. #9 – Jacob “Come on, Cindy, tell my colleague about it.” "Enough! I want my baby back! Give it back to me!” “Calm down, we are here to help you.” “I want some water first!” – Dr. Bermann complied with her request. “I arrived here yesterday; after my water broke. The midwife, after a brief check-up, accompanied me to the room. After four hours of labor, I was ready for the delivery room; given my complications, the midwife ordered a caesarian. I don't know why but, after the epidural, I fainted. When I woke up everything was foggy. I only saw a black silhouette; he made strange noises.
The Moors were arriving. His first reaction was laughter. The Saracens in the stories arrive by ship, to sweep the coasts. They are people of waves, of sand and desert. What on earth could they come to do in this narrow gap between the Alps whipped by the wind? Here, where the trees cling to the rocks as if they were afraid of being swept away Phone Number Data by the air or by the snow which, when it feels like falling, descends in an avalanche, to be lost or drowned in. Nothing but desert! Yet everyone repeated it obsessively. The Moors are arriving. They come up from Spain, from Cordoba and Grenada to look for a way to France.
Maybe up there Carlo Martello will be able to stop them, here everyone can save themselves. #9 – Jacob “Come on, Cindy, tell my colleague about it.” "Enough! I want my baby back! Give it back to me!” “Calm down, we are here to help you.” “I want some water first!” – Dr. Bermann complied with her request. “I arrived here yesterday; after my water broke. The midwife, after a brief check-up, accompanied me to the room. After four hours of labor, I was ready for the delivery room; given my complications, the midwife ordered a caesarian. I don't know why but, after the epidural, I fainted. When I woke up everything was foggy. I only saw a black silhouette; he made strange noises.