#57 Monifaktur – Yet, one speaks Spanish
The airport of Palma de Mallorca is like every other airport. Dipped in glistening bright neon light, there is not a single space which is not illuminated till the last pore- briefly, it’s a supernova. While we are rinsed from the airport, we feel young and younger. Surrounded by pensioners from the European meatpots, one steps out in the light of the Balearic sun.
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