I remember studying at the third grade.
It was winter, the frost.
GRIF: And here I went to the construction market, after the others, I approach the nearest uncle, and he stands in the torch of sheep frozen all, shakes... And on the shelf he has nothing...
GRIF: Self-cutting, ordinary self-cutting, nails of all sizes, hooks, screws, screws and scissors...
GRIF: And since I have been working in the paddle I remember that market and I understand what I still have to fuck out.