Hace frio pero tampoco tanto. La ciudad es grande y bulliciosa pero ni comparacion con otras ciudades antes visitadas y vividas. El taxista que me acerca a casa, amigable y bonachon, me pregunta tal que padre que cuales son mis planes, que si voy a trabajar. Sonrio. Me gusta.
Anteayer me desperataba el sonido de un gong a las 4 de la manyana. Hoy marca mis horas el sonido que llega del campanario de la iglesia cercana, llama a misa. Misa de 10, de 12, de 7... la misa de siete, la misa de mi abuela. Hace viento pero esta soleado.
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It's cold but not that much. The city is hustle and bustle but nothing compared to many other cities visited and lived some time ago. The taxi driver that takes me home, friendly and easy-going, asks me, like a father, what my plans are, if I'm going to work. I smile. I like him.
The day before yesterday a gong would wake me up at 4 in the morning. Today the sound from the bell tower of the nearby church strikes my hours, it calls everyone to mass. The ten o'clock mass, the noon mass, the seven o'clock mass... the seven o'clock mass, my grandmother's mass. It's windy but it is sunny.
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