Breve relato sobre el dolor que puedes experimentar en una ducha.
It’s cold outside, about ten degrees. You start taking a shower, the water is warm and you feel relaxed. A few seconds later, after the point of no return, the hot water starts slipping away over your skin to your toes and then to the drain. You turn the faucet completely to “hot” while the water becomes colder and colder. You look at it with the word “mercy” written in your eyes but the faucet replies back to you with the only word it knows…
This entry is part of the series Ireland (2010 - 2012):
- Rumbo Al Norte, Rumbo A Google
- Primeros Días En Dublín
- Grand Canal Dock
- Cliffs Of Moher
- Ring Of Kerry
- Dingle
- Grand Canal
- St Stephen’S Green Photowalk
- Dublin
- Pain (This entry)
- Kilmainham Gaol
- Wicklow And The Powerscourt Gardens
- Hiking From Bray To Greystones
- Hiking in Glendalough
- Bye Bye Ireland, Hello California