The (hanging) gardens of Termas da Azenha
“After this I’ll continue in the chicken meadow, will you do the office garden then?” I call after Broes, who, grunting, disappears, with a bottle of beer in his hand, because it’s around nine in the evening, clearly after working hours and one can exaggerate everything. The gardens of Termas da Azenha need attention and […]
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