The story that narrates the trip to a hospital for the help of magical patients, in an institution of rest, between spas and health sectors of a Friedrich Hans Ingo, in the hospital and a spa, from the psychiatric sector, called Axel Felix on the mountain magic, a home where the mountains are covered with snow, being located in a high Swiss mountain, where she intends to spend a few weeks with her cousin Emil Frank, being one of the patients, ranging from anxiety control, from side effects of magic, that are installed.
Since that place is a hospital in many ways, being an environment of rest, but it passes through there where the inhabitants of the mountain due to the mists and the pitch that covers the mountains are eccentric and strange, where in the alps of that mountain there is an affinity of unusual people, exclusively members of the European elite, the sanatorium ends up being transformed into a kind of microcosm, a small universe where the upper class remains isolated, voluntarily or involuntarily.
Even though it is an isolated place, where the unusual and the different happen, that mountain is full of strange people who make their chocolate, live with the monsters and demons of the mountains, offering them a new perspective on banalized aspects of human life. and magic, outside and inside that place, between the hot springs, a place where the magma flows and has a series of hot springs, in which time moves and changes between them. Away from the big city and its restless daily life, governed by the use of every second as a possibility of obtaining capital, the residents of the magic mountain, each of whom has a privileged position in relation to the rest of the magical peoples.

Tales of Adventures in Magic Mountain

- I think it likely that the highest-ranking American army officer would be affected with a razor; these things graze the skin more than a well-sharpened razor. 


- At least that, or at least, that's my experience, and that's why I alternate the use of one thing and another... 


- You see, well, why, it is logical that saltwater hurts irritated skin. - He said. 


The cursed and gossip man looks like a bedpan. 


- What was in the military service, who knows if the man didn't get used to the use of cold cream; I see no surprise there... 


- So, he said, as he was going on, he added that he had it in his suitcase. 


- It was more than two hundred packs of Lucky Strike cigarettes, there were ten boxes of your favourite’s cigars. 


As far as customs inspection was very forgiving; and then conveyed greetings from several people in his hometown. 


- Imagine, maybe they don't heat the rooms? 


He suddenly exclaimed and ran to the radiators to check them out. 


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