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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.

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