Here’s something I must confess about myself: I have an irrational fear of whales. It’s always been like that, I just can’t explain it (though I’ll blame Pinocchio for it). I have always been wary of sea creatures in general, but the thought of swimming underwater and suddenly come across a massive creature with weird teeth has always haunted me in my dreams. I know, how on Earth would I find a whale in Southeast Spain, where you can walk more than 2 km into the sea and the water is still knee-deep? Whatever, they creep me out. Continue reading
Corleones & Lannisters 