He spent the first night building a shelter out of palm fronds, grumbling about the lack of decent stone. To keep his spirits up, he began reading his own words aloud. His voice, raspy and rhythmic, echoed through the canopy. He spoke of the importance of local products, the decline of rural life, and the absolute necessity of a good tin of sardines. Strangely, the jungle listened.
"Hierarchy?" Revilla muttered to a passing macaw. "I’ve dealt with the Spanish parliament. I’ve looked into the eyes of bankers and kings. You think a few vines and some humidity frighten me? Listen, my friend, back in Polaciones, we have hills that would make these trees look like toothpicks." Revilla, Miguel ГЃngel La Jungla epub
"Well," he told the lead rescuer as he buckled in, "the scenery was decent, and the audience was more attentive than the Senate. But God, I’d give my soul for a glass of lebaniego wine and a plate of rabas." He spent the first night building a shelter