Preliminaries
 They take their Carnival very seriously in Castelldefels. The Groups participating in the Parade were supposed to meet by 6:30 p.m., and there they were right on the dot. None of this mañana stuff for these people. I got there a bit later as I'd had to recharge my batteries for the evening with a couple of hamburgers. As soon as I arrived I noticed that they hadn't gone down too well. I began to have odd visions.
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 No matter where I went, there were cows all round me. They followed me. Herds of cows. Running hither and yon. Crazed cows.
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 I finally managed to get away from the cows and I got talking with a smartly dressed gentleman. He introduced himself as Boris, his friends called him the Godfather of Crimea, or something like that, he had a strong Slavic accent. He'd come to Castelldefels because of the fame of it's brothels back home. He'd got lost with all the cattle and asked me the way to the Riviera, he always did a lot of business there.
I began to worry when I saw the machine gun discretely tucked away in his trousers and left as soon as I could. |
 But again, I was besieged by cows.
Mad cows! |
 I felt very odd. I began to panic and sweat. Everyone around me seemed to take on a sickly yellow colour.
They began to dance.
I have to give up hamburgers. They don't make me feel well. |
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