Washmachine... the Hell!
Who didn't miss his/her mother/father in this first time that we had to make our first washmachine. You waited til the last moment, when it's impossible to wear anything clean and you run like crazy looking for someone how teach you how to use this strange machine which is in the groundfloor. Everybody goes so happy with their boxes full of dirty clothes. But I wasn't happy. I was entering in the fight with the washmachine and the drymachine... the coins, the exact money, the calcule of the time... the 1. 30 hours of waiting...
I remember that cos I put my washmachine, here in Sevilla :S. Other hell with the amount of clothes I have :D
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