the curious wandering nomadic existence and the author of this blog is particularly acute on their return to Portugal: no fixed abode or home ownership, I am obliged to stay overnight at friends' couches. therefore, the comparison with a tuber is almost inevitable: I feel like a potato, with as much matter and so little root. And until now I thought that someone was a couch potato so inert and lazy spent most of his time sitting on a couch watching TV ...
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