A modern day translation of Ernest Hemingway’s short story Hills Like White Elephants
Hill related Ebrol long valley and white. No, there was no shadow, hanging between two lines of rails in the sun next to the station and train station nearby trees, in the shadow of the building on this side of the curtain strings of beads and not warm bamboo flights, Bar open Saturday, he and the girl in the shade outside the United States and construction of the table. It has a very popular, 40 minutes express train from Barcelona. About two minutes later, Madrid, I stopped
at the intersection down.
“How can we do this? Nomo” said the girl. If you have a hat that is on the table.
The man said: ” It’s very hot. “Whoever will drink beer.” and in Munmak “servezas.”
Doors, women? “Large”.
“Yes, two giant”
Woman I have two feelings and two glasses of beer. I think in a beer glass on the table, she saw a man and a girl.
The girl on the mountain line. His country brown and drying in the sun, it was white.
“They look like white maggots,” she said.
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