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my bitch military: landing in San Sebastian!

Continuous " my fucking military Stories: The beginning of everything ." ..

... Arrive San Sebastian at about 8 o'clock on a warm Sunday in November 1988.

A hundred kids from Madrid, descended the stairs of the train with his bags on his shoulder and a nerd face in most of their faces. At least in my case, my face was a reflection of the soul crystal. Except

output that I did with my girl then and a couple of friends (Nico y Esther) on vacation, was the first time I went out from under the protective skirts of my dear mother. Was a scapegoat, to take milk to blade tip which delivers life without stopping to see if it is this or that. A naive boy at the mercy of any vermin that might cross his path. In any case, whether or not aware of that, I was excited to experience something new to what was used.

Upon exiting the station, the gang of kids went by dividing into small groups. I remember that our steps led us to the promenade de la Concha. The sky was bright blue, only a small torn clouds that crossed it. The sun was already high in spite of the earliness of the day. There was low tide and the beach had a huge extent. He had 7 football on the sand caked with many kids with different outfits that gave a special color to the environment. We lean over the railings to watch them play for a while, while the gulls circled overhead. Was barely half an hour in those lands, and I already fallen in love with San Sebastian.

After that, my group, was introduced in the old town to stroll through its streets. There we saw the walls with posters populated ETA faces as if they were heroes, banners hung from one end to another, with inscriptions in Basque, as the "Gora ETA" and do not know that "presoak" ikurrinas painted with the symbol the terrorist ... Bufff! intimidated that you do not know how .... We got into one of the dozens of pubs out there and start to give the bebercio. By the way, that Asquith of beer ... How I miss my Mahou while I was there.

We left a place and we got into another ... There were some delicious tapas at their counters in Madrid had ever seen, and also had fresh money that our parents had given us for use other than for which we were using ... catch us a good fart before going to the barracks. I remember a couple of kids who were with us, half pikes, herriko went into a tavern and went out whistling for a few seconds ...

It was getting late and we walked with our heavy bag into the barracks, which was just outside the city center, in the popular district of Loyola. With all due respect and without that I offend anyone, rather gloomy, dark ... an ugly word.

The infantry military barracks "Tercio Viejo de Sicilia", was across the river Urumea that divided the town. There was a wide bridge with a wrought iron railing antique green color, some sidewalks on both sides and a two-way paved road .. At the end of the road, a barrier with a sentry box in which some soldiers with guns were waiting for us to show that they apply to access to facilities. That and I realized that the thing was serious. Starting the p. .. mili!

The next day, after spending the first night in one of the bunks and after breakfast in the dining room. What will my God Asquith coffee ... !. We were formed to go through the salon. I deluded me, rape me before in my neighborhood, hoping to spend the treated, but not strained. We spent a pen on the neck and if you rode the hair, pull! .. slaughter. I remember as youngsters paraded their manes look havy metal and out the poor, such as light bulbs. What horror!

Once we had fleeced like sheep, played pick up the clothes. I have the head too fat and had to ask them to give me a bigger size of cap. We were filling out a form about our personal data, studies ... and if we had a driver's license. I had it but I said no, considering the advice of my father that I notice the most dangerous thing is that I play as a destination, be the chauffeur of a high command, with all that terrorism had up there. We were

replacement
6 th / 88. We were lucky that the veterans had when we arrived, people were mostly finished studies. With university or about to finish them. We were not about borricotes withdrawn from any town ... so that at least in my case, I can not say that batten with rookies, making any kind of outrage from the much-talked and I was somewhat distressed. Although I almost screw up when in an "imaginary", which is nothing else than a call made in the barracks of the soldiers while they sleep. I remember I played the first round which is the most fucked to provide order. People wanted to laugh, but when to stop playing the horn "silence" in the central courtyard, and not a soul can be heard in the rooms.

Anyway, I got to call attention to two guys who had the face of bad casting back and they had more military than the flagpole ... Les threatens to take part to the duty officer did not shut if what I said I was going to crack ... Since then and for a while, I looked behind me, the front and sides if I ran with those Bandarra . I later learned that both had a record of arrests for misconduct longer than the tail of the INEM. Web Go !!...

We were the last replacement where to go for a walk, we had to go from "nice." That is, the day after "work", leaving the field to the fucking race with a backpack loaded with back, CETME in hand and singing a catchy ditty that even today, sometimes in my head retruena " Tercio Viejo de Sicilia, montañaaaaa hunters, valooooor fight and die for defending Españaaaaaa ....". After barrigazos hit us right and left, with the body to the ground, standing flat on the ground .... .. . on foot. We could leave the barracks and give us a ride to let off steam.

We had the guise of gigs and then the other, which was to walk. There was a bar nearby that was big business, providing the kids, a ticket so that we change in civilian uniform and leave it there until the return. If we took the song and the pelao by Sanse, over the costume ... well, or joke ... I

family had Intxaurrondo. One of the most well known for their tendency aberchale and I saw for myself. They were cousins \u200b\u200bof my mother and although I was cut because he had not seen in my life, I had to go for that thing back commitments. Proved to be very nice people. They had a son my age and once went running around the bars and discos. In single output, half pike, I was late and I had to go changing the way the beautiful clothes on the train. What a show I rode ... What shame!. Then I had to climb throughout the race to the barracks where they slept and change my task to review. I joined when the officer had already called my name and I dropped my first two days of arrest. After that I would drop a few more that I'll tell you ....

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