the diarie of little Covadonga Borbón
Here a fragment from little covadonga Borbón diarie:
Tue 31 May 2005 Stop or firing
Published by Covadonga in the Covadonga category
In my previous annotation I told them that papa was military man but until that day I did not have nor idea, I found out Sunday in the morning. I, who still I do not find out to me well the things, it thought that papa only dedicated itself to read speeches and to ski but no, "el tio" has three works. So that soon some in the commentaries complain to me of which it does not give a wood agua… Then that, that I nor suspected that she was military man (although spends its good short whiles playing the Counter Strike) and while I had breakfast mother and Sunday, I see him seat to the table with a commander uniform. I began reírme and I could not stop in several minutes, thought that it had returned to confuse the date of Halloween. But no, following the thread of the conversation I realized of which there was no mistake, that was military man and that we were going to go to a meeting which they do every year those of the Army. The meeting was in Corunna. I thought that I was going to be a roll, the typical meeting of ex--companions in whom the assistants tell to every time the same old anecdotes without grace while they smile, seeing the straw in the other people's eye, when thinking about that the others are balder, fatter and more divorced than the previous year. But no, nothing of that, the papa friends mount it far better: tanks, guns, airplanes, a goat, helicopters, boats, flags, grenade launcher, … They did not stop to pass soldiers and we went to a theater box to better see it from above and as it was my surprise when we were ahí… to the grandfathers Juan! That also she is military man! If the one of the liking to the army is like the baldness, hereditary, safe that I also enter. I already see myself in the war, with my crown and my Cetme killing bad.
But well, the best thing of everything is than my grandfather is not a military man of the pile, my grandfather is the head of all, he says left to them and is left, right and is right, rest and rest. And sure having grandfather boss I could not resist and I said to him that it wanted to raise to me a tank. They have risen sometimes in one? i loved it. even they just let me shoot once. Although the truth is that i feel sorry that most of the Spanish children, at least the poor children, cannot play with the tanks. When it is queen I think to remove the tanks to the street so that they are more near the commons person. Soon we got down of the tank and we continued seeing the parade awhile but I began to become bored and the grandmother took to see the goat to me of the Legion. But also she was very boring, we gave a little him with a wood to see if one moved but she did not do anything, was like lethargic. In the end we asked a legionary its sandwich to him and we did not occur it to the goat, that at least began to move the jaw, but was very graceful either, so we returned to the theater box with the uncle Jaime. And little I can more tell of Galicia aside from that one eats of wonder. I do not know if the mariscadas ones will be good for the pregnancy, but mother put itself fine. Although sure is comprehensible, she must feed herself well, Thursday we are going to Japan and who know what they will give us to eat there. Sayonara, babys!
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