"who crawls, who runs, which scrapes, which been able and which irritates!Cockroach! Beuaaaark! And in more that draws!"
On the way home, the airport within the periphery of Washington, with the Indian and the Greek, my K7 preferred of pop Indian in loop in the radio car, much more festive than the country which is diffused with length of day by the local radios. It rained all the day, the interior of the car is soaked, the sliding roof flees in spite of the Scotch tape. It is violet, with a sliding roof and of the fenètres which open more, and the trimmings of the ceiling . It is always more comfortable which white the Volvo old woman of the American who feels bad in spite of his ceaseless raids of febreeze on the seats. This is also better that the car of my year with Cville, red Ford which one had baptized Bruce because it resembled Bruce Willis... at the end of Die Hards. It was full with blows of fists, proudly raised a small French flag to the back, and its meter worked once or twice. Always practical on the motorway.We take a break in a 3 star hotel and watch porn movies