Germanda Rio Perez

I understand quite well that This story was told around on Twitter, Facebook, and anyone who would listen to try to find a rational explanation, but despite all these good intentions, the mystery remains unresolved, then I You says. Merrily on our way home one evening. After 3 to 4 bottles of wine, we were, admittedly, a little drunk. It was a Saturday around 3 am. Once the door open, I throw my clothes on hangers, metal products, I throw my shoes in the entrance while the last boy puts my scarf, my coat and my jacket on the same peg, and aligns my shoes with others. He walks to the kitchen for hydration of a glass of water saving. He then remarks, rudely planted on the edge of the sink, a pair of gloves Mappa roses. Bonded to one another because they have a little melted. The problem is we never had gloves Mappa of our lives, it reminds me too my mother who was scouring the house for the bleach. And no reason for anything based on the sink the only heat source in the vicinity are the induction hob. Wonderful technology that has never melted plastic, especially not at a distance. So we swapped our cheerful pink color due to abuse of red wine a greenish tint. I walk around the apartment: laptops are still there, the cat is fine, as the console, nothing has gone. I open my cupboards, look under the bed, sofa, bath, opens the hamper: nothing and no one is hiding. No window is open and the door no longer functioned as normally in the world. Each of us has his keys, and security door locks wears a little complicated to make, especially when everything is double-locked, double keys are also complicated to do it again. In the morning, gloves Mappa were still there, so it was not alcohol either. Naturally, we start a little anxiety, remembering that disappeared from the apartment my computer charger, and a scarf and pants suit that belonged to Sir. Mr. thinks that an intruder would have the keys so we close all the latches on the inside for the night, I think a prankster ghost who lives here for years and which manifests itself to us from time to time. It stings my computer charger to power his own, because the afterlife is now well equipped, and found the affairs of man with taste. Then one day he told us electric throws to do more housework and thank us for business that was granted, has decided to have gloves Mappa roses. Time passed, and we live with the assumption of review on or off wacky things in the apartment. What is not without some cause me anxiety when falling asleep, when I exclaimed, in a burst "The door is locked from the inside? ". D Five workers died and over a hundred were wounded, most by bullets, shot by the police to evict a church in Vitoria-Gasteiz, previously gassed, which held a meeting of workers on strike. Pedro Maria Martinez Leisure, Alavesas ironwork, 27, Francisco Aznar Clemente, operator of bakeries and student, 17, Romualdo Barroso Chaparro, of Agrator, 19, Jose Castillo, Basa, a Group company Arregui , 32 years. Two months later die Welcome Pereda, differential group worker with 30 years. The events of Vitoria. In March 1976. Franco had died a few months earlier and was Interior Minister Manuel Fraga. Part of the documentary filmed in March 1976 in Vitoria.