we’d been coming to Almería for more than ten years; my parents had visited one summer and fallen in love with the place. I’d met countless locals on the promenade. “Your brother is right,” my father said. “The people who live here live with their backs to the sea. Just look at Joaquín.” Joaquín was
One Body Roddy Doyle
Sunday Camille Bordas
we’d been coming to Almería for more than ten years; my parents had visited one summer and fallen in love with the place. I’d met countless locals on the promenade. “Your brother is right,” my father said. “The people who live here live with their backs to the sea. Just look at Joaquín.” Joaquín was
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we’d been coming to Almería for more than ten years; my parents had visited one summer and fallen in love with the place. I’d met countless locals on the promenade. “Your brother is right,” my father said. “The people who live here live with their backs to the sea. Just look at Joaquín.” Joaquín was
One Body Roddy Doyle