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Prague by manu_cz
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I was packing some more clothes, memorizing digital camera advanced functions, trying to decide which books to take and copying the Fabuleux Taboulé recipe from the couscous box. Meanwhile I was recalling that my first meal in France last summer was also a taboulé. "Well, not exactly," said to myself, "Actually it was your second, cause you ate a creamy croissant and an expresso stronger than petroleum at the station." At that point of my daydreaming I pushed the couscous box and it spread all over the room, my desk, shoes…
When asked, "How did you spend your day before Erasmus experience?" I answer, "Been brushing, believe it or not."
On the second day at residence in Prague, I was taking out my books, and when I seized Kafka’s one a lot of couscous fell in the floor. My mate looked at me in astonishment. I said, "You like Fabuleux Taboulé?"
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