My voice immigrated somewhere on Monday...
I went on a boat trip Sunday and in between the salt and the sea, the wind and the cold, between my kafkian metamorphosis into a codfish after so many hours in a boat, I became mute.
It is only today that I recovered it with a little help from the Cura Hao farmacia (i.e "heal me pharmacy") I entered the pharmacy and discovered all medicine available was in chinese, so after some universal body language, some pointing at my throat and some grunting illustrating my mutism (thank god I didn't have diarrhea) ..the female doctor (I want to believe she was a doctor) gave me her verdict and some small little pink pills that smelled like tiger balm...
the bad word has it I probably took pills based on elefant hair mixed with cockroaches eggs and monkey saliva...anyhow it was efficient, my voice was back after a day! So who am I to judge ancient medicine!?
Monday, October 20, 2008
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Grande animação. Eu que neste momento tenho a very old computor, por vezes não consigo abrir o teu blog,ao ler o título ia morrendo de susto. Take care about you.
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