the end.

Oh, I miss so much those days of the fall when we were anxious and all excited about the book fair in town, far before of the new fancy FIL , just before it became in the monster it is now, full of wanna be’s or hormone-stink-students, and other strange creatures that you can see there, far away are those days of joy, the ones when you could find rare books, ended editions, and the best: on good prices, now all you see is the novelties in hard covers and in most of the cases expensiver than the regular retail price at your local bookstore, I used to love at first alone, from ten years to now with my wife, but this year is my last, I left behind all my memories of love and fascination og those cult objects that you used to find there, Books, I decide to end my suffering in the place that I used to call: “the real Christmas for me”, I can’t
stand anymore all the crowds that converges in there, just for be seen or to see, I will miss a lot some of the stands, some of them grow as I do all these years, I will miss too some of them that has just left us, giving place to a scary growing “catho” stands, it is going to be hard not to assist, I will miss the cultural concerts in the ex-open inning surface, that every year becomes smaller for the regular people, I will miss the tiny editorials that gives me so many satisfactions with the jewels they put in my hands, but really I can tell