Peter Mair
The first thing that comes to mind the word "touch" is my friend Gimenez, schoolmate, in the graduation trip, the last year of high school. And more specifically the bus that took us back to the hotel after a trip to Cerro Catedral. While others had slid downhill in a plastic sled, the more skeptical men we had hidden to smoke and piss in the snow, behind a log cabin. I smoked and it was like watching a teacher not to come, but actually looked Gimena I was with a purple sweater, laughing and taking pictures with the other girls. [STILL HERE]
The first thing that comes to mind the word "touch" is my friend Gimenez, schoolmate, in the graduation trip, the last year of high school. And more specifically the bus that took us back to the hotel after a trip to Cerro Catedral. While others had slid downhill in a plastic sled, the more skeptical men we had hidden to smoke and piss in the snow, behind a log cabin. I smoked and it was like watching a teacher not to come, but actually looked Gimena I was with a purple sweater, laughing and taking pictures with the other girls. [STILL HERE]
