There is no place in the world that I love most of the kitchen. No matter where he is, how it is made: provided is a kitchen, a place where you eat, I'm fine.
If you prefer the functional and lived, perhaps with many dry towels and clean and the tiles that sparkle bienche.
also incredibly dirty kitchens I like to die. I like with the floor littered with bits diverdura so polluted that the soles of slippers immediately becomes black, and large, an excessive size. With a huge fridge full of supplies that would be enough to quiet a whole winter, a huge refrigerator, the big metal door that I could support.
And if I look fat splatters from the stove or knives A little bit rusty, out of the stars that shine sad. We
I just left and the kitchen. It seems a little better than to think that I was just sola.Nei moments in which I am very tired, I often fantasize happens. I think when the time comes to die, I wish it were in cucina.Che I may be alone in a cool or warm with someone, I'd be able to tackle without fear. Maybe it was in the kitchen!
Kitchen, Banana Yoshimoto
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