The Last Walk Of The Day. On the last walk of the day with V, the strangest things happened. It's dark in our streets here in Barcelona, but most of the time it isn't so quiet. We're living right in the center and with all the tourists, it's a mess. This night we heard the strangest sounds. When we passed the corner, we saw two French girls who were singing the song 'Summertime', but like it was opera. It was totally weird. And totally pitchy constantly. I thought I'd rip my head off. Yes, it was that bad. We kept on walking and then we saw one guy from Pakistan and one tourist. They were talking to each other and seemed mad. All of a sudden, the tourist grabbed the guy from Pakistan who started to laugh. The tourist took him down to the ground and starts to hit him in his face. V started barking as hell, and since no one else did anything to stop it, I sent O in there. So O had to drag the tourist away. The guy from Pakistan runs away and then he comes back with a a stick and started to beat the tourist. Nobody got hurt bad, but I was so angry. The tourist was acting so bad that I would kick his ass myself if O wasn't there to help. A shorter version of this post: me, O and V went on a really special walk today...