»In which life disappears

Julio Bernavides Alvaran, a 65-year-old who came to the festival from Valencia in southeastern Spain, said he wandered the streets for hours looking for a place to sleep, then had the bright idea of using his credit card to get into an empty bank machine cubicle.

Still, he only had a couple of hours of rest before the run, which he described as the thrill of a lifetime.

''Life disappears, and you feel your blood moving in your veins,'' said Bernavides Alvaran. ''Either that, or it's all the whiskey.''

Aram sent the above quotation and context, which comes from the Running of the Bulls ritual at the festival of San Fermin. Yes, the links go to pages in Euskara (English here), because I am perverse. I do not read the Basque language.
But really, the whisk(e)y, man! And the running!

Props to Kukusumusu.

salim filed this under at 08h23 Friday, 07 July 2006 (link) (Yr two bits?)