Previously: Chapter 3: Part II - Shoulders and ten fingers
My love, my love, you smell like black sausage
I learnt my first Spanish from Tintin. After years of reading his adventures in English, I took several with me to Madrid for bathtimes and for when the homesickness got too strong. So when the time came to improving my Spanish, he’d seemed the best p…
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