Pepe Carvalho is running. He is running from a corrupt Barcelona, he is running from his whore, he is running from Berlusconi’s mafias Italy, he is running from the memories of his first wedding, he is running from his own life. And while running he takes a picture of the world, arrogant model in a artsy naked photo-shoot, confused. eyes blinded by flashing lights, thongs muted by spanish wine.
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Thanks for advice. I hope I will find it in English.
But now I really ready to recommend a book. OK, maybe you have ready it, because it is nothing new. But I read some stories of Haruki Murakami and didn't liked them too much. Or rather found them too depressive. This one now I liked a lot. Although it is sometimes strange and kind of stupid, but you are compensated later by a good reading if you continue. At least that is my experience. The name is "dance dance dance". Did you read it?
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