31st of August to 1st of September, 2017.
Poor devil. I take it back what I just said in the last “past”post. Of course I do not believe in the devil, but if I did, I would definitely think on it like someone smart, strategic, someone who deserve some credit for the tricks. Or maybe someone like Saramago’s devil in The Gospel According Jesus Christ, you know? Someone that you respect. So that is why I take it back that the one who took me in the road that day was the devil. It was not. Unfortunately I lost his card with his name and his company. He could be that kind of man who people usually call “pig”. But I cannot call him like that because the poor four paw animal, which has to eat wastes of food, leave in the mud and dirty smelly places, does not deserve the offence of being compared whit that man. Should not even borrow his name to him. Poor pigs. Like the sharks, they are so misjudged.
So how can I call that man? I do not know. He is a mix of everything that is wrong with the world; he is the most disgusting person that I ever met; he is like the most horrible disease already imagined; he is a mix of lying and hypocrisy immersed in a total lack of character; he cannot even be call of a piece of shit because even shit can be used as organic fertilizer and make some fruits or vegetables grow better. But that man just makes everything goes worse. And I will not call him “it” because just a human being could be so nasty.
So why, Lei? Why you are writing about him? Should not you do what the nice Stonehenge’s driver told you and just forget it about him? Just remember about the nicest riding that you get until here? Yes, yes. I will do that. However, I had to warn not just the other travelers as the whole world about him. So long story short: he offer to pay me dinner and a room in a Hotel, which we would have to share; in the middle of the night he started to ask me for sex and since I strongly denied, he asks me for 100 Euros back for what he paid in the food and with the room; when I packed my stuff and was leaving the room, he then starts to offer me money to have sex with him; after hours of this most unpleasant situation, he finally gives up and I can try to sleep. Do not worry or doubt of my dignity: I did not do anything with him. Ugh! How someone could? His existence itself would make you get nausea. But his offers and insinuations and attempts to make me feel bad and suffer, makes of him all those horrible descriptions I have been trying to do until now. Next morning, after breakfast and a lot of apologies from him, he left me in a toll, at a road to Zaragoza.
Sorry, dear readers! Sorry make you pass through this. But now it is over and you can get to the next post where everything gets better and the world looks like a nice place again.