1176 millas al norte

 

The balloon is ready, I’ve thetered it to the balcony with a knot no sailor could invent. Ignore the gathering crowd below. Plebeians! Maybe if we look closely we will find our mothers waving handkerchiefs, and our fathers scowling. If we see any children we’ll throw them candy but don’t tell them why we are up here, floating above Belleville in a hot air balloon. If they knew, they’d never want to sleep in their own beds ever again.

Ryan Condon, 50% de Beirut.
La historia está dentro del disco The Flying Club Cup.

Qué ganas de que llegue el verano y esta ciudad sólo sea una postal pinchada en el corcho.