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sardines and hunger
Sardines and Hunger
We are leaving tomorrow for Lisbon it will be Sunday
and the traffic will be going to Algarve an obvious place
that has little to offer but sand in your shoes and
ready prepared food that insist it is authentically for
the region or something like that. After preparing we
noticed we had no food for the evening meal only a tin of
Portuguese sardines and Swedish tasteless flatbread
bought at an IKEA where you can bay flat packs
furniture named E. Karlson they have a department at
the factory to come up with names that are meaningless.
I can`t think of any putting a desk together and saying:
have you seen my E. Karlson
So we shared the tin of sardines and felt quite biblical.
After my wife had fallen asleep I took out her false teeth
and hungrily sucked them clean.