A few days ago, I was driving from Algeciras to San Roque when I experienced a particularly unusual event: a traffic jam on the highway. It seems that one of the magnificent flamingos that soar through our skies in search of milder climates had performed a geometrically perfect foreshortening, and after a low flight captured by several amateur photographers on the passenger seat, it twisted its beak and dropped a turd that landed (miracles of ph…
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A few days ago, I was driving from Algeciras to San Roque when I experienced a particularly unusual event: a traffic jam on the highway. It seems that one of the magnificent flamingos that soar through our skies in search of milder climates had performed a geometrically perfect foreshortening, and after a low flight captured by several amateur photographers on the passenger seat, it twisted its beak and dropped a turd that landed (miracles of ph…