When I was on the beach having a good day while the sun was shining above me, a man sat next to me and started talking. He was speaking about a party he was celebrating that night at his house. There will be more than 100 people and he was really natural.
So that night, I went to his house at the time we had met. I had something to drink and I spoke to Stefan for a long time. He was a good guy and he knew how he could have a perfect night. Suddenly a person took a a gun out and aimed to Stefans head. All the people afraid and amazed.
The guy was drunk, but also mad. He didn't know what he was doing or why, but he was doing it. When I had an idea, I went behind him and punched his head and he fell. But he didn't have any reaction and never talked to me again. It was Stefans last day in Spain, because he was leaving to his country next day.
I saw Stefan off at the airport and decided that, after all the scary experiences we had been throught together that summer, it would be safer never to have contact with him again.
Not in the sense of a two-fingered salute, probably. This is the blog of a class of Basque students studying towards the Cambridge First Certificate in English.
What happened to the crazy guy? Disn't Stefan and you both have to testify in court, in which case you'd have seen each other again.
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