SLIMMYBONE (Tapa blanda con solapas)

Seville, San Julián quarter, summer of 1982. We ended up in Seville. That&s Sofía and me. We rented a rooftop apartment in the San Julián quarter at number 6, Moravia Square. We were living on top of that aged, sun-baked, white-washed three-storey building. I have fond memories of that blazing heat and those garden hose showers, the geranium flower pots, the deck chairs where we melted in the sun, and Sofía&s breasts. At that apartment I had my fill of long waits for you, because, damn, you know I spent many an hour waiting for you. Waiting - waiting for women, waiting for men, waiting for stuff. For the first time in English & underground icon Fernando Mansilla's cult classic novel. Taking a walk on the wildest side of Seville