The fight

If there is something I’m good at, it’s putting myself in complicated situation. Today, as I feel tired and badly wounded by some chili sauce of the day before, I’ve decided to buy a coconut. And it was the first time of my life!

Fortunately, I also know how to reward myself and my sense of priority.

How many fingers will I loose? Will it be good? Do I need to call my mom to help me? Will I cry? So many questions!

Getting the water of the coconut wasn’t so complicated as the designer of this thing conceive 3 backdoors easily opened and the juice, joyfully drank (no, really, not only it's good but to drink it like a cave man/Tom Hanks in "Cast Away" make the experience even better). But I know the battle wasn’t over. The white stuffing of the coco was mocking me through the little hole.

 Don’t ask me how I got in possession of a SWAT knife (made in China); I just had it in my right hand when the stabbing started (please DO NOT try to reproduce this at home). There was no sound, but anybody could tell the coconut was suffering. Actually, there weren’t anybody else. Whatever the issue, I knew I’ll have my Magnum, with the taste of coconut, or not.
Finally, it gave up its last breath and the pulp: it was mine!

THE END

PS: Somehow, I didn’t have any major problem, here, during my trip. I’m kind of disappointed, I was very prepared, I’ve learned how to say to a kidnapper I had an electronic ship in my body, how to survive a brutal chili sauce made by some Germans or even how to not choke in your own vomit. But no, nothing. As it seems you have some bacteria problems in Europe at the moment, don’t hesitate to send them at:

CIRCONVALACION AGUSTIN YANEZ 2542 8

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