
People living in Soria high capital in a small apartment overlooking the west have a lot crazy, can know if it blows the warm and humid Abrego Southwest, that this or that Solano Cierzo Northwest cold and dry without having the best weather station in the classroom. It's simple, just have to look out the window and see where is the eternal pillar of smoke that never sleeps and belching smokestacks of the factory which is located halfway between Soria and Mount Valonsadero.
I know that where there is no pollution industries and industries where there is no work, and where the work is now more than ever that life is so necessary for our forgotten lands, but every time I walk around the place said no I want to express my feelings, despite the comment I made the other am a walker of the many that kick that road to the mountain every morning:
- "This is nice to smoke because it smells of pine."
For the record I do not live in Camaretas.