Woke up in a fleamarket

Sat 2nd July 2011 - raised a flea market
This story a beginning in the ferret snilldarhugmynd ritarans buying a wedge of Johnny Walker Red Label whiskey for 9.90 euros at the airport in (host!) Astana as he waited for the boar machine to London. Stansted Express train to Liverpool Street station Tok ferret secretary may pile cap. To make a long story short: last sip before unloading could share updates secretary med block unemployed man from Tanzania who he met in feces piston (cf. Kaffibarinn) named Jazz Club, somewhere in the north east of London. Ferries secretary and sat on Tansaniubuinn dyrathrepi skeggraeddu and importance of humanity save proj Julian Assange when the bottle was suddenly tom. They took the decision to take one bus a better place.
The bus came. Men went in, but Malin took an unexpected turn when driver would fare and news writer has been spending all go cane balance without a recall where. I was thrown ut and Tansaniumadurinn wrong, my friend, disappeared into the night bus, which actually had transformed this morning All hamaganginum.
Nu were advising the door. I knew nothing about what I was supposed to do and present anywhere in any neighborhood in London with no money and Toma viskiflosku.l So I did what everyone had done in my tracks. I laid me down on the course of the Lady with a rucksack under the neck and rested eye while I thought what I could do next.
---Next time I know of my man standing over me and poke me with sticks. The sun is shining and everything around me used parts and junk Miscellaneous. Someone had apparently set up a flea market while I slept. Nu kapitalismiinn could no longer bear that I agree pushed Stet start picking, so floamarkadsstjorinn poke me with sticks on fire gong, but was so friendly to point me to the cafe where I could get tea.
I slang in there and radiates Order a large jar of black coffee.I forgot to say that after a markadsstjoranum watt to me middle-aged male man of African origin and told me that people who have no roof over their heads - and they are many in London - go often to the park across the street acid to to rest, if weather permits. I thanked the series, but cursed by not having met this man last night when this information would serve me very well. But otherwise, nothing to sleep That's the start: The only problem was fool who wanted to operate a flea market necessarily exactly where I lay, asleep.
Anyways. After kaffibollann I went back out to ask markadsstorann afokunar should have been. I excused myself because I did not know there was a flea market a pool yesterday.-Okay, he said, but why and what are you doing in LondonI replied that I had come for a meeting Julian Assange and Slavoj Zizek, and to download Marxistaradstefnuna University College London. We noticed speech by Marx and he had various other saying. Till such as Marx had it at that over time, only a stone's throw from hteim where I spent the night inside. Several litters north. The earliest humans ihverfinu tell that he was a mysterious and authoritarian man.
Everything in life happens for a reason. The pig is born so that we can eat bacon. God made my nose to get us set up the glasses and all that. Now that I write these words I see in the random shooting atburdiri why this strange policy. God let me have Klink on the bus that I sleeping on this fair Lady and would be raised with sticks of elderly Marketing. And I met markadsstjorann out because he told me next time.
There were remarkable news that markadsstjorinn told me. I know that missive has become long and now it is important to takak after. Markadsstjorinn said that it would not just be a Marxist who lived in the neighborhood, but have lived in Josef Stalin also about time. But he went disguised, and answered the name "Peter the Painter," said the oldest, and mindful most people. That's right - big news - and the first skubbid on this trip.
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