Silfo Pub
Turning back from Fantasy the Silfo made a halt on Carballo, and there at Rosalía de Castro street he finds a cave, which make him remind another caves where he already was, just that one was full of gadgets, old furniture, wine demijohns ...
That night he inebriated of Jazz with some friends. One of them, Chucho, tells him that he fished a duck from his house window (the back side faces the bayou). He put a great corn grain on the “hook”, instead the miñoca (a kind of bait).
All of them burst to laugh, and started to give name to things, ‘cause till that day things just was it, things without name..
1st. part Never ending story.
Silfo 25 years been an option.