𝐋𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚...

Alemania

☆彡彡 20 ᴅᴇ ɴᴏᴠɪᴇᴍʙʀᴇ ᴅᴇ 1935ミミ☆

𝑃𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑎... (𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂)

ᴇsᴛᴀʙᴀ ᴇɴ ᴇʟ ᴊᴀʀᴅɪ́ɴ ᴛʀᴀsᴇʀᴏ ᴅᴇ ᴍɪ ᴄᴀsᴀ,
ʏᴏ ǫᴜᴇʀɪ́ᴀ sᴀʟɪʀ ᴀ ᴊᴜɢᴀʀ ᴄᴏɴ ʟᴏs ᴅᴇᴍᴀ́s ɴɪɴ̃ᴏs ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ɢʀᴀɴᴊᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴏ ᴍɪ ᴘᴀᴅʀᴇ sɪᴇᴍᴘʀᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪ́ᴀ ǫᴜᴇ "ᴇs ᴘᴏʀ ᴍɪ ᴘʀᴏᴘɪᴏ ʙɪᴇɴ" ᴏ "ᴇsᴏs ɴɪɴ̃ᴏs ᴄᴏɴ ʟᴀs ǫᴜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇʀᴇs ᴊᴜɢᴀʀ ɴᴏ sᴏɴ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀs ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟᴇs" ʏ ᴄᴏsᴀs ᴀsɪ́.

ʜᴀʏ ᴠᴇᴄᴇs ᴇɴ ʟᴀs ǫᴜᴇ ʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛᴀᴅᴏ ᴊᴜɢᴀʀ ᴄᴏɴ ᴇʟʟᴏs ᴘᴇʀᴏ ᴍɪ ᴘᴀᴅʀᴇ sɪᴇᴍᴘʀᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴇɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀʙᴀ, ¡ɴᴏ ᴇs ᴊᴜsᴛᴏ!,ᴀᴜɴǫᴜᴇ...

𝐸𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑙𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑒...

𝑵𝒐?...

ᴇsᴛᴀ ᴀɴᴏᴄʜᴇᴄɪᴇɴᴅᴏ...

ᴍɪ ᴘᴀᴅʀᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪᴊᴏ ǫᴜᴇ sɪ ɪʙᴀ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀʙᴀᴊᴀʀ ʏ ʟʟᴇᴠᴀʙᴀ ᴛᴀʀᴅᴇ...

ᴇsᴛᴏʏ sᴏʟᴏ...

ᴇʟ ɴᴏ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀ ᴅᴀᴅᴏ ᴍɪs ᴘᴀsᴛɪʟʟᴀs ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴍɪ ᴇsǫᴜɪᴢᴏғʀᴇɴɪᴀ...

ᴛᴇɴɢᴏ ᴍɪᴇᴅᴏ...

ɴᴏ ǫᴜɪᴇʀᴏ ᴠᴏʟᴠᴇʀ ᴀ sᴀᴄᴀʀ ᴇsᴘᴜᴍᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴍɪ ʙᴏᴄᴀ...

ᴄᴜᴀɴᴅᴏ ʟʟᴇɢᴀʀᴀs...ᴘᴀᴅʀᴇ...

3:45 ᴀᴍ...

ᴀᴜ́ɴ sɪɢᴏ ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴇʀᴛᴏ...
sɪɢᴏ ᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴅʀᴇ...
sᴇ ᴇsᴛᴀ́ ᴅᴇᴍᴏʀᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜᴏ...
ᴍᴇ ᴇsᴛᴏʏ ᴘʀᴇᴏᴄᴜᴘᴀɴᴅᴏ...
ʏ sɪ ᴇsᴛᴀ ᴍᴜᴇʀᴛᴏ?...

3:56 ᴀᴍ...

ᴘᴀᴅʀᴇ ʜᴀ ʟʟᴇɢᴀᴅᴏ...
ᴘᴇʀᴏ ᴇsᴛᴀ ᴅɪғᴇʀᴇɴᴛᴇ...
ʏᴏ ʟᴇ ᴘʀᴇɢᴜɴᴛᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴅᴇ ᴇsᴛᴀʙᴀ ʏ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪᴊᴏ
ǫᴜᴇ ᴇsᴛᴀʙᴀ ᴇɴ ᴜɴ ᴘʀᴏsᴛɪ́ʙᴜʟᴏ...
ǫᴜᴇ ᴇs ᴇsᴏ?...
ɴɪɴɢᴜɴᴀ ʀᴇsᴘᴜᴇsᴛᴀ...
sᴜ ᴇxᴘʀᴇsɪᴏ́ɴ ʜᴀ ᴄᴀᴍʙɪᴀᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴜɴᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴊᴏ...

𝑴𝒆 𝒗𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒐? ...

4:12 ᴀᴍ...

𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔...

𝑴𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒛 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒓...

𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒐 𝒖𝒏 𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒐...

𝑵𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂...

𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒃𝒐𝒄𝒂...

𝑷𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒊 𝒚 𝒔𝒆 𝒗𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒓...

𝑴𝒊 𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒂 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒈𝒂𝒅𝒂...

𝑴𝒊 𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆...

𝑽𝒐𝒚 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒓?...

▄▀▄ 𝟐𝟏 𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒍 ꅐꌦꏂꌦꋬꀘ▄▀▄

ᴘᴀᴅʀᴇ ᴇsᴛᴀ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴏ sɪ ɴᴀᴅᴀ...

𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒂́ 𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒆?...

𝑬𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒛𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐...

𝑳𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒐́ 𝒖𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒐́𝒏...

𝑵𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆...

𝑬𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒔 𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆...

𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒍 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂́ 𝒂 𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍 "𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒐́𝒏"...

𝑴𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒚 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒆...

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒖𝒆́𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐́ 𝒔𝒊 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒃𝒖𝒋𝒂𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒐...

𝑬𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒋𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒏 " 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂" 𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒆𝒔𝒐...

𝒀𝒐 𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒈𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆...

𝑳𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒊...

𝑸𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒐...

𝑸𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒔𝒖 𝒉𝒊𝒋𝒐...

𝑸𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍...

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒐...

𝑨𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒚 𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒊...

𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒂 𝒋𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒚𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒆...

𝑴𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊́𝒂 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒚𝒖𝒅𝒂 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒆...

𝑸𝒖𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒋𝒐...

𝑸𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒚 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒐...

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