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The true stories are lies, I want to get this straight before you characters of mine are gone with that mean old final point. I was waiting for a train with my red bandana. Blue like only Janis knew. Three months was passed by under the Calatrava's Harp bridge .The Harp Bridge listening Liffy play a tin sweet whistle. Claire was the bestest of friends with Oisin. Oisin, he said when asked about his name, and with a perky smile he took me to a Pub, well it wouldn't be original to describe how an Irish Pub, the name brings about all the right references to reasonable persons mind. If you never had a pint of Guiness in your life let me try to explain how you exactly feel, smooth and creamy at first, beautiful smell, and just like the pub, the word says it all but in this case one more that needed it feel like you just ate a cow. Quite a useful piece of advice I can certainly give you peeps. A football match was on the TV, not a soccer game, a football match and suddenly Oisin screams so loud to the TV that made me choke with the beer, I said to myself, Gosh, he is worse that my father watching São Paulo play. It made me feel at home for a while, it wasn't just him, the others in the bar yield pretty loud to the TV and after so many months around european countries that you bearly can notice people actually speak was refreshing to be around barbaric loudness. He walked me to Claire's house, one with a yellow tiny door, [the irish doors they reminded me of a mixture of Dutch tulips fields and J.K Tolkien Story about the Hobbit] took me by the hand, I was already lifting my left leg up like Hollywood movies as he grabs me firmly and gives me a strong, passionate and wet kiss, yep, it is suppose to sound dirty. I did not see that coming. again. We saw each other everyday. It took us the exact 24 days of the 24 four hours of Blomm's way for us to be a part. He flew to Barcelona to meet up a friend and told me: Love (with a melting Dublin accent), I will be back as soon as you can noticed and don't forget about our songs, we are mad about our pints and our girlies. As I waited I travelled every little green spot around me, it was the greenest place on earth, I was sure about that. I could smell Mrs. Doyel tea, I could dance like a mad witch, I could hear my self say the last words of Mrs. Bloom: Oh yes, I say yes, yes. And with my feet as cold as every sacred pond in that Island I was there again, on the Bridge ling to myself I had train to catch.