Spain, zombie kingdom?

To celebrate the success of Spanish bank restructuring, and to avoid “mad, but not bad” discussions with souls simpler than your good selves, here’s a relocated baldie post:

• Lunch in a Mary Celeste hut on well-concealed squatted allotments by the Llobregat.
• A massacre of rather large dolls in the gardens.
• Across the river in an old (brick?) factory, rotting caprid and offspring in a fetid tank. There was a ladder, but the beast didn’t make it out, and no one fancied swimming with cadavers to determine whether they were sheep (tail down) or goat (up).

No sign of Rajoy, though, nor of vengeful hobos etc etc.

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