On October 3, 2017, at eight thirty in the afternoon, I was taking a plane from Seville to Barcelona.
A few hours earlier the King had announced a speech for nine o'clock at night and during the afternoon I feared the worst, another dose of complacent talk of crime and pettiness.
You know: few mentions of the law and a lot of talkative filth altering the straight sense of the concepts (plurality, dialogue, etc).
When landing in Barcelona and connecting the phone, in a message, joking, an a
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