Today I made a fruitless journey to the lab Chemistry of Monte Sant'Angelo.
To make sense of the sortie the morning I left from one type of trap ' Avis that, despite my warnings to the tune of "I have low blood pressure" and "I have veins that did not find anyone," he led to the camper hemophilia.
A type I head the concentration of hemoglobin and I also wonder what is it, just to make me feel at ease. Exit 15 on the display. I asked him avenge the optimal values. The nurse
Cuban is Cuban. Binds me a tourniquet, to insert the needle first hit the tricuspid, the blood begins to flow into four colored vials. "Everything in it?" I flatter myself. The envelope assembly is under the bed. The Cuban
me a ball-shaped to hold the world and leaves. The camper comes
Tom Cruise . Young man, probably a student of economics, reassuring face, gym. He jokes with the Cuban on how many liters will donate . She says 5. I think 7.
E 'already pumping some blood into the bag under me and start to feel the head turning . He informs the Cuban does not care, I cease to hold the whole world in his hands. Tom Cruise says he feels bad, do not know, bleaching, faints, they strike, they ask the name, does not respond.
pass 10 seconds, very long for Tom, eventually resumes. E 'corpses. Today will not go to the gym, with all due respect to Katie Holmes . The blood collected is very little, pace of Scientology .
And in all this I guess the war.
and the image they feel homesick, I want to live (again). The companion in the bed next to that struggle for life with you, fighting for an idea for your family with you in the battlefield .
These are experiences that make neighbors men. The humanitarian tragedies.
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