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Pittsburgh, PA 15213, USA
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Større kort og retningerLatitude: 40.4409513, Longitude: -79.9576444
Frank Pistella
::Great coffee and desserts. They have restrooms. This Starbucks has way over crowded lines out the door and people sitting in the dining area that's always packed. The other food that they sell there it is overpriced.
Michael Elinoff
::Alonzo Friedman
::ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE Chapter 1 Many years later as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buenda was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. At that time Macondo was a village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point. Every year during the month of March a family of ragged gypsies would set up their tents near the village, and with a great uproar of pipes and kettledrums they would display new inventions. First they brought the magnet. A heavy gypsy with an untamed beard and sparrow hands, who introduced himself as Melquades, put on a bold public demonstration of what he himself called the eighth wonder of the learned alchemists of Macedonia. He went from house to house dragging two metal ingots and everybody was amazed to see pots, pans, tongs, and braziers tumble down from their places and beams creak from the desperation of nails and screws trying to emerge, and even objects that had been lost for a long time appeared from where they had been searched for most and went dragging along in turbulent confusion behind Melquades' magical irons. "Things have a life of their own, " the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent.
Samuel Jacob
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