Oh man!

Carmen’s whole life was trapped inside about a hundred brown cardboard moving boxes. She was late for work. Running up and down the hall, moaning.

James was trying to read the morning paper...

"Where is my 'gel'?"

"Your what?"

"My 'gel', my 'gel'! Don’t you call it 'gel' in English? That thing you use to clean up your…"

"Your sins?"

"Whose sins are you talking about? I’m just asking if you’ve seen my 'however the hell you call it in English' inside any of the boxes we’ve… 

Never mind. I’ll have a shower with your shampoo, if you don’t mind..."

Time...

Between hills

"Between hills". That was the name of the Camp.

We had been travelling for months. We were going to stay there for a whole week and I was so tired that the only thing I could think of was... a long and warm shower!

I ran to the shower room. They were all busy so I had to wait.

After 30 minutes, I could get into it. The lights turned off and I couldn´t see anything.

I confused shampoo with toothpaste. When I looked myself in the mirror I shouted:

"What the hell?".