What Does A Junior Groomsman

AND NOW?

And now nothing. I become uncle In January, I gave three exams in one week (the fact that I do not take it boasts as a boast) and I can say that he finished softly. I wait two months at home, write the thesis. And the only funny thing is that it rhymes with month view. The weather, as usual. If we do not fight becomes a great ally.
Tomorrow evening I will return to Pavia with the machine to load boxes. I'll talk intimately with each piece of paper, every flyer, every piece of rubber, without any pencil tip, each elephant purchased before or after an examination, the photo that shows a very well because I would never forget, and reminds me of so many others who one day become just memories of emotions, I will discuss in depth with my collection of pens empty, with socks and shoes, football pitch, with the yellow chair, the one break once a week, I'll do a couple of questions for the poster who took turns to fall out when you least mentioned, even I have two words for gray dust over the pile of books. With them, however, with books, who knows, I've already talked a lot. Maybe I will browse a few, the rest will make their voices heard when they are inside a box that will go down five floors.
Nostalgia is slow. But once the door quickly think of a sentence for the leave, made a proper sentence of few words, with a certain literary quality, and will smoke a cigarette rolled sollen evil.
When you have only the old words as you say something new?

What Does A Junior Groomsman

AND NOW?

And now nothing. I become uncle In January, I gave three exams in one week (the fact that I do not take it boasts as a boast) and I can say that he finished softly. I wait two months at home, write the thesis. And the only funny thing is that it rhymes with month view. The weather, as usual. If we do not fight becomes a great ally.
Tomorrow evening I will return to Pavia with the machine to load boxes. I'll talk intimately with each piece of paper, every flyer, every piece of rubber, without any pencil tip, each elephant purchased before or after an examination, the photo that shows a very well because I would never forget, and reminds me of so many others who one day become just memories of emotions, I will discuss in depth with my collection of pens empty, with socks and shoes, football pitch, with the yellow chair, the one break once a week, I'll do a couple of questions for the poster who took turns to fall out when you least mentioned, even I have two words for gray dust over the pile of books. With them, however, with books, who knows, I've already talked a lot. Maybe I will browse a few, the rest will make their voices heard when they are inside a box that will go down five floors.
Nostalgia is slow. But once the door quickly think of a sentence for the leave, made a proper sentence of few words, with a certain literary quality, and will smoke a cigarette rolled sollen evil.
When you have only the old words as you say something new?

Why Does Skin On Neck Burn With Stomach Acid

I MISS THE TRAIN

how did you lose another train?!

(Lucia)

Losing trains is an art.
Some might think that in Italy is easier than elsewhere, but it is not. It is not enough to arrive late at the station, the train could be late. It is not enough to leave home only five minutes earlier, could always be another train soon after.
Nor is it enough not to wear glasses (or better still be illiterate) so as to make choosing a thrilling challenge of the track, the trains tend to always start from uno stesso binario e volenti o nolenti prima o poi si finisce per interiorizzarlo.
Per perdere i treni, e naturalmente sto parlando del modo giusto di perdere i treni, bisogna essere consci che esiste un mondo dietro al mondo. Un mondo dove non ci sono spazi vuoti tra una "cosa da fare" e l'altra, dove il tempo non si riempie e non è tuo nemico. Le ragazze stringono più forte le stringhe delle scarpe per dirti che sono emozionate. Lamentarsi è solo una promessa d'amicizia.
Quando il treno fischia trattenere un attimo il respiro prima della cascata inarrestabile di petti e volontà.
Ogni volta che perdiamo un treno quel mondo assomiglia un po' di più a un mondo vero. Perdere i treni è un gioco da giocare seriamente, come ogni gioco.

Stamattina è stata la volta di Sistema politico italiano. E' iniziata la trilogia finale.

Why Does Skin On Neck Burn With Stomach Acid

I MISS THE TRAIN

how did you lose another train?!

(Lucia)

Losing trains is an art.
Some might think that in Italy is easier than elsewhere, but it is not. It is not enough to arrive late at the station, the train could be late. It is not enough to leave home only five minutes earlier, could always be another train soon after.
Nor is it enough not to wear glasses (or better still be illiterate) so as to make choosing a thrilling challenge of the track, the trains tend to always start from uno stesso binario e volenti o nolenti prima o poi si finisce per interiorizzarlo.
Per perdere i treni, e naturalmente sto parlando del modo giusto di perdere i treni, bisogna essere consci che esiste un mondo dietro al mondo. Un mondo dove non ci sono spazi vuoti tra una "cosa da fare" e l'altra, dove il tempo non si riempie e non è tuo nemico. Le ragazze stringono più forte le stringhe delle scarpe per dirti che sono emozionate. Lamentarsi è solo una promessa d'amicizia.
Quando il treno fischia trattenere un attimo il respiro prima della cascata inarrestabile di petti e volontà.
Ogni volta che perdiamo un treno quel mondo assomiglia un po' di più a un mondo vero. Perdere i treni è un gioco da giocare seriamente, come ogni gioco.

Stamattina è stata la volta di Sistema politico italiano. E' iniziata la trilogia finale.

Moviesgirdles Pantoisen

veiling patently false

Veliamo una falsità palese: le persone vanno al festivaletteratura a rubare libri, il problema è che spesso poi sono i libri a rubare le persone.
Essere rubati da un libro significa più o meno sentire di essere venuti a conoscenza di un piccolo grande segreto, la cui forza sta nell'entusiamo che suscita. E l'entusiamo sta nel diffondere il più possibile questo segreto.
Credo si possa dirlo in maniera migliore, ma stasera ho fatto il mio primo allenamento di calcio dopo tre anni e non è stata una passeggiata.
Tra i tanti libri che abbiamo venduto and given (including three at the Festivaletteratura) someone will be able to steal the player?
The point is that it is relatively easy to "fascinate" "our readers" when we sign our books with dedications winking, as was the case Thursday with a nice pine whose name I told Jack to remember. But we are not what we write. (Although I have the impression that the more one looks like what you write and the more it is true).
F and I had to go out to dinner on Friday night, but I was tired because of Festivaletteratura crossed with the jaw and then I suggested a drink. She replied with a breakfast the next morning, my negarmi non si è lasciata prendere in contropiede e ha tentato di accordarsi per un caffè domenica pomeriggio. Io ho rilanciato per uno spuntino di mezzanotte mercoledì. Che poi è domani, quindi tra un po' la chiamerò e le darò la possibilità di paccarmi.

AEREOPORTI

Tra un viaggio in autostop e la mia vacanza c'è la stessa differenza che c'è tra il sedersi su una sedia e lo sprofondare comodamente in una poltrona ribaltabile con in mano un cocktail dal gusto orribile ma stilisticamente adatto all'occasione. Ho girato il Brasile in aereo, e dio solo sa (anche perchè lo invocai più volte) quanti ritardi e disguidi ho dovuto sopportare. Delle ragazze che lavoravano Belem airport told me that was the fault of the strikes of air traffic controllers (do not remember anything?). After a while
'airports stop being all alike, and are unable to grasp the small differences. The problem is people: hundreds of people who share with us a few moments of their lives and then disappear. For me it's like being in a big city full of signs: I I read those signs, otherwise I lose the feeling that something fundamental.
do not know if I ever get used to the coincidences, especially those touched upon. For this look, square, observed in waiting rooms, shops, corridors, formulate hypotheses, let alone questions and approaches and interests, then nothing is left hanging by a last look, we said goodbye without a word and there you will never see again.

Moviesgirdles Pantoisen

veiling patently false

Veliamo una falsità palese: le persone vanno al festivaletteratura a rubare libri, il problema è che spesso poi sono i libri a rubare le persone.
Essere rubati da un libro significa più o meno sentire di essere venuti a conoscenza di un piccolo grande segreto, la cui forza sta nell'entusiamo che suscita. E l'entusiamo sta nel diffondere il più possibile questo segreto.
Credo si possa dirlo in maniera migliore, ma stasera ho fatto il mio primo allenamento di calcio dopo tre anni e non è stata una passeggiata.
Tra i tanti libri che abbiamo venduto and given (including three at the Festivaletteratura) someone will be able to steal the player?
The point is that it is relatively easy to "fascinate" "our readers" when we sign our books with dedications winking, as was the case Thursday with a nice pine whose name I told Jack to remember. But we are not what we write. (Although I have the impression that the more one looks like what you write and the more it is true).
F and I had to go out to dinner on Friday night, but I was tired because of Festivaletteratura crossed with the jaw and then I suggested a drink. She replied with a breakfast the next morning, my negarmi non si è lasciata prendere in contropiede e ha tentato di accordarsi per un caffè domenica pomeriggio. Io ho rilanciato per uno spuntino di mezzanotte mercoledì. Che poi è domani, quindi tra un po' la chiamerò e le darò la possibilità di paccarmi.

AEREOPORTI

Tra un viaggio in autostop e la mia vacanza c'è la stessa differenza che c'è tra il sedersi su una sedia e lo sprofondare comodamente in una poltrona ribaltabile con in mano un cocktail dal gusto orribile ma stilisticamente adatto all'occasione. Ho girato il Brasile in aereo, e dio solo sa (anche perchè lo invocai più volte) quanti ritardi e disguidi ho dovuto sopportare. Delle ragazze che lavoravano Belem airport told me that was the fault of the strikes of air traffic controllers (do not remember anything?). After a while
'airports stop being all alike, and are unable to grasp the small differences. The problem is people: hundreds of people who share with us a few moments of their lives and then disappear. For me it's like being in a big city full of signs: I I read those signs, otherwise I lose the feeling that something fundamental.
do not know if I ever get used to the coincidences, especially those touched upon. For this look, square, observed in waiting rooms, shops, corridors, formulate hypotheses, let alone questions and approaches and interests, then nothing is left hanging by a last look, we said goodbye without a word and there you will never see again.

Ver Online Peliculas De Monica Rocaforte

FROG IN THE ASS ...

... at the bottom of a coal mine in Hungarian is an expression that indicates a state of absolute bad luck.
Being in the bottom of a coal mine is not the best of luck, but the fact that - trying to figure out - giant frog has placed upon you all his wrinkled ass croaking casually adds to the tragedy you're experiencing a touch of absurd to sap your every need and hope you feel the victim of an injustice universal. In other words: not only is life, life is your . That may not be bad luck
alone is never a cliché, but since the development of modern means of communication could inform me, so at least I would have booked an entire hotel. In short: not only the bad luck is never alone, but they are also without warning. Open the door and be in front of an asshole can be annoying, but being overwhelmed by a wave of diarrhea is not only very wet, also undermines your ability to react.
Taking note of the situation, I politely asked the frog to move, I said the flood of diarrhea that I went out for a moment to take coffee and I locked the door carefully closed the mine. I know that will not help, but it was fun. I'm going to Mantua, tomorrow and Friday. I'm going to sell off groped for a book, but rather go to undersell myself. Because there is no better way to give a value supplied.

WOMEN

is rumored that the Brazilian women are beautiful and available girls, and I suspect that it is the fault of the B movies of the '70s and '80s 1, which have created in our imagination the figure of the Brazilian tall mulatto, curly-haired and blacks, who usually take a shower naked in your bathroom where you get to get a saw.

Well, it's true. The Brazilians are beautiful, and there they are. But they prefer in their fifties. My father and Joseph, his trusted friend, if only one dared walk on the promenade of Rio without wives at their sides, were constantly hounded by boys taller than me who took them under his arm saying "Italians? Italians." I wonder why I had to go through traditional channels. If you do not know how to dance can be a problem. But if you are more rigid than a light pole planted in the Antarctic ice, and you're in the country with the highest rate of ballrooms in the world, then you're really in trouble. But hope is the last to die. I spent two weeks (painful and resentful) abstinence. I thought of myself before departure, when I said he was afraid of waking up one morning naked, tied to a bed, with no money and from migraine with a strong sedative in some remote favela of Rio de Janeiro, after a spectacular night of sex. Add to recall the image of a boxer - or a martial arts expert, that is a character in Street Fighter or Mortal Kombat - I unleashed violent blows with the voracity of the tongue of a chameleon, and the entire memory fades and fists and ended up kicked to the background to the phrase "a spectacular night of sex." "Spectacular." "Night." "Sex." And so ad libitum up to sleep.

The right place to start a trip to Belem is undoubtedly the Estação das Docas, a large complex of shops and restaurants along the River Para. Given the dereliction of the rest the city, when the sliding doors close behind you and the blistering heat without air conditioning space suddenly feels disoriented and excited, ready to fire on the crowd. After an hour spent waiting for my family to rob the stores of perfumes and creams, the Amazon, I give myself a tour of the stalls on the ground floor in the company of Marina, the wife of Joseph. At one stall there is a girl so beautiful that I try not to notice it, so not having to feel guilty when I realize that I did not even try. Marina says she seems to Lebanon and then goes away, leaving me in utter embarrassment while I pretend to be interested in the green plastic beads. The fact

che una ragazza così splendidamente bella mi rivolga la parola è talmente inusuale, al di fuori di ogni mia aspettativa quanto la scoperta di un secondo pene posto nel culo, mi stupisce al punto che mi comporto in modo perfettamente normale e le rispondo. "Be', sì, potresti sembrare libanese. Ma in effetti hai proprio l'aria della brasiliana". Presta attenzione alle mie parole, risponde, tratta le mie frasi come se fossero profonde aposiopesi ² in procinto d'essere completate. La faccenda è troppo eccezionale perchè me ne stupisca, per cui con savoir faire le chiedo di farmi da guida della città e ci scambiamo i numeri di telefono. La sera stessa la chiamo e ci accordiamo per incontrarci l'indomani mattina. La notte, nel letto, enuncio una legge non scritta secondo la quale la penuria di fica non è mai duratura.

La mattina dopo il caldo soffocante di Belem non m'impedisce di gironzalare per il giardino della cattedrale per almeno un'ora, tra gli sguardi commiseranti degli spazzini. Mi guardo continuamente intorno alla ricerca Louny, ma è ormai palese che non verrà. Mi riunisco mestamente al gruppo, che sta passando in rassegna il mercato del pesce locale. Andiamo a pranzo alla estaçao das docas, dove ovviamente di Louny non c'è traccia, e tento di consolarmi mangiando un'anatra immersa in una strana radice verde che ha l'effetto di rendere insensibile la bocca. Certo, potrei cercare qualche altra ragazza. Ma per la prima volta in the history of my relationship with Louny wonder comes over me, turning in dismay. He could go wrong before? I would have understood. Can not go wrong just when it most obvious. Just before the ice cream reminds me of my mother casually taking a malaria tablet.

And much less distracted the diabolical combination antimalarial tablet-duck decides to prove to my stomach that feels a field invaded by locusts, forcing me to test for most of the night and the next day, the comfort of the toilet seat and its ability to mirror my face. (For the curious: after the third time the water is so dirty that your reflection is uglier than that you have vomited). The next day we wake up at five to take the boat that will take us to the island of Marajó.

on board, while I was trying to think about my condition and seeking to dismiss the stomach ondulatario the movement of the boat, I noticed that a girl's smile weakened by my right to self-pity, and so I could not help but fall in love Natalia. I did not know, but I waited five days of unfulfilled expectations. ³

¹ n.d.b* ehi! L' influenza della televisione sull'immaginario collettivo è quasi l'argomento della mia tesi di laurea.

² brutto non sapere cos'è un'aposiopesi, eh?

³ n.d.b. questo post è troppo lungo, e io lo so.

* nota del bloggatore

P.S. "Sotto the frog's ass "is also a wonderful book by Tibor Fischer

Ver Online Peliculas De Monica Rocaforte

FROG IN THE ASS ...

... at the bottom of a coal mine in Hungarian is an expression that indicates a state of absolute bad luck.
Being in the bottom of a coal mine is not the best of luck, but the fact that - trying to figure out - giant frog has placed upon you all his wrinkled ass croaking casually adds to the tragedy you're experiencing a touch of absurd to sap your every need and hope you feel the victim of an injustice universal. In other words: not only is life, life is your . That may not be bad luck
alone is never a cliché, but since the development of modern means of communication could inform me, so at least I would have booked an entire hotel. In short: not only the bad luck is never alone, but they are also without warning. Open the door and be in front of an asshole can be annoying, but being overwhelmed by a wave of diarrhea is not only very wet, also undermines your ability to react.
Taking note of the situation, I politely asked the frog to move, I said the flood of diarrhea that I went out for a moment to take coffee and I locked the door carefully closed the mine. I know that will not help, but it was fun. I'm going to Mantua, tomorrow and Friday. I'm going to sell off groped for a book, but rather go to undersell myself. Because there is no better way to give a value supplied.

WOMEN

is rumored that the Brazilian women are beautiful and available girls, and I suspect that it is the fault of the B movies of the '70s and '80s 1, which have created in our imagination the figure of the Brazilian tall mulatto, curly-haired and blacks, who usually take a shower naked in your bathroom where you get to get a saw.

Well, it's true. The Brazilians are beautiful, and there they are. But they prefer in their fifties. My father and Joseph, his trusted friend, if only one dared walk on the promenade of Rio without wives at their sides, were constantly hounded by boys taller than me who took them under his arm saying "Italians? Italians." I wonder why I had to go through traditional channels. If you do not know how to dance can be a problem. But if you are more rigid than a light pole planted in the Antarctic ice, and you're in the country with the highest rate of ballrooms in the world, then you're really in trouble. But hope is the last to die. I spent two weeks (painful and resentful) abstinence. I thought of myself before departure, when I said he was afraid of waking up one morning naked, tied to a bed, with no money and from migraine with a strong sedative in some remote favela of Rio de Janeiro, after a spectacular night of sex. Add to recall the image of a boxer - or a martial arts expert, that is a character in Street Fighter or Mortal Kombat - I unleashed violent blows with the voracity of the tongue of a chameleon, and the entire memory fades and fists and ended up kicked to the background to the phrase "a spectacular night of sex." "Spectacular." "Night." "Sex." And so ad libitum up to sleep.

The right place to start a trip to Belem is undoubtedly the Estação das Docas, a large complex of shops and restaurants along the River Para. Given the dereliction of the rest the city, when the sliding doors close behind you and the blistering heat without air conditioning space suddenly feels disoriented and excited, ready to fire on the crowd. After an hour spent waiting for my family to rob the stores of perfumes and creams, the Amazon, I give myself a tour of the stalls on the ground floor in the company of Marina, the wife of Joseph. At one stall there is a girl so beautiful that I try not to notice it, so not having to feel guilty when I realize that I did not even try. Marina says she seems to Lebanon and then goes away, leaving me in utter embarrassment while I pretend to be interested in the green plastic beads. The fact

che una ragazza così splendidamente bella mi rivolga la parola è talmente inusuale, al di fuori di ogni mia aspettativa quanto la scoperta di un secondo pene posto nel culo, mi stupisce al punto che mi comporto in modo perfettamente normale e le rispondo. "Be', sì, potresti sembrare libanese. Ma in effetti hai proprio l'aria della brasiliana". Presta attenzione alle mie parole, risponde, tratta le mie frasi come se fossero profonde aposiopesi ² in procinto d'essere completate. La faccenda è troppo eccezionale perchè me ne stupisca, per cui con savoir faire le chiedo di farmi da guida della città e ci scambiamo i numeri di telefono. La sera stessa la chiamo e ci accordiamo per incontrarci l'indomani mattina. La notte, nel letto, enuncio una legge non scritta secondo la quale la penuria di fica non è mai duratura.

La mattina dopo il caldo soffocante di Belem non m'impedisce di gironzalare per il giardino della cattedrale per almeno un'ora, tra gli sguardi commiseranti degli spazzini. Mi guardo continuamente intorno alla ricerca Louny, ma è ormai palese che non verrà. Mi riunisco mestamente al gruppo, che sta passando in rassegna il mercato del pesce locale. Andiamo a pranzo alla estaçao das docas, dove ovviamente di Louny non c'è traccia, e tento di consolarmi mangiando un'anatra immersa in una strana radice verde che ha l'effetto di rendere insensibile la bocca. Certo, potrei cercare qualche altra ragazza. Ma per la prima volta in the history of my relationship with Louny wonder comes over me, turning in dismay. He could go wrong before? I would have understood. Can not go wrong just when it most obvious. Just before the ice cream reminds me of my mother casually taking a malaria tablet.

And much less distracted the diabolical combination antimalarial tablet-duck decides to prove to my stomach that feels a field invaded by locusts, forcing me to test for most of the night and the next day, the comfort of the toilet seat and its ability to mirror my face. (For the curious: after the third time the water is so dirty that your reflection is uglier than that you have vomited). The next day we wake up at five to take the boat that will take us to the island of Marajó.

on board, while I was trying to think about my condition and seeking to dismiss the stomach ondulatario the movement of the boat, I noticed that a girl's smile weakened by my right to self-pity, and so I could not help but fall in love Natalia. I did not know, but I waited five days of unfulfilled expectations. ³

¹ n.d.b* ehi! L' influenza della televisione sull'immaginario collettivo è quasi l'argomento della mia tesi di laurea.

² brutto non sapere cos'è un'aposiopesi, eh?

³ n.d.b. questo post è troppo lungo, e io lo so.

* nota del bloggatore

P.S. "Sotto the frog's ass "is also a wonderful book by Tibor Fischer

Lidoderm Patch And Lortab

Did you know that ...

... today, after once again I was asked 'Well, how was your trip?" I It occurred to me that the month (to be precise: 27 days) of vacation in my acquaintances in Brazil raises expectations about hypothetical and exciting adventures across the world.
E 'likely that people often want to be told how interesting your life just to be able to hate. Or you weigh the fact that you do not enjoy it enough.
E 'this is my prison? "I'll be forced to ever worry about what people think of what I do? In fact, to worry about thinking about what people should think about when you care what I do?
Be ', we often become attached to their prison. I decided to dedicate a few posts on my experience in Brazil, through stories that you can believe it or not. After all is not what I wanted to tell.

RESTAURANT

In Rio de Janeiro I met an Argentine, was sitting next to me at a table in a restaurant. The waiters wander around the room as if I did not exist, and I was quickly passed to the astonishment and annoyance from the noise the urge to scream "I'm hungry." This leaned toward me, I did mention to calm down and asked me for a cigarette.
Sai - I said - Brazilians are strange people, take life easy. Not like the Argentineans and Italians. Especially in the restaurant. You sit, wait an hour and the waiters are approaching you asking "Do you want to order?" You replied "yes" and those running on his heels and leave. After half an hour and come back, looking more peaceful world, they ask you if you want the menu. "Yes" you reply, and they go away again. Return menu with twenty minutes after you leave the canons and three quarters of an hour to decide what to eat. In the meantime, however, lead you to drink fruit juice that you have not ordered, zuccheratissimi. Just when you're about to start chewing the cloth, finally coming to take orders. E qui inizia il bello: perchè qualsiasi tu dica è chiaro che il cameriere non ti ascolta, il massimo di attenzione che può dedicarti è guardare le tette di tua moglie. Devi solo sperare che abbia voglia di farti mangiare bene e a sufficienza, cosa che spesso accade, perchè per ragioni che non mi spiego i camerieri brasiliani sono persone adorabili e simpatiche, almeno finché non si scopano tua moglie.
- ma poi le pietanze, almeno, sono buone? - gli ho chiesto
- Non lo so ragazzo, sono qui da ieri e devo ancora mangiare -
Sono rimasto basito. - E perchè diavolo non se ne va!? -
- Eh, che ci posso fare, qui devo lavorare. Sono il cuoco.

Lidoderm Patch And Lortab

Did you know that ...

... today, after once again I was asked 'Well, how was your trip?" I It occurred to me that the month (to be precise: 27 days) of vacation in my acquaintances in Brazil raises expectations about hypothetical and exciting adventures across the world.
E 'likely that people often want to be told how interesting your life just to be able to hate. Or you weigh the fact that you do not enjoy it enough.
E 'this is my prison? "I'll be forced to ever worry about what people think of what I do? In fact, to worry about thinking about what people should think about when you care what I do?
Be ', we often become attached to their prison. I decided to dedicate a few posts on my experience in Brazil, through stories that you can believe it or not. After all is not what I wanted to tell.

RESTAURANT

In Rio de Janeiro I met an Argentine, was sitting next to me at a table in a restaurant. The waiters wander around the room as if I did not exist, and I was quickly passed to the astonishment and annoyance from the noise the urge to scream "I'm hungry." This leaned toward me, I did mention to calm down and asked me for a cigarette.
Sai - I said - Brazilians are strange people, take life easy. Not like the Argentineans and Italians. Especially in the restaurant. You sit, wait an hour and the waiters are approaching you asking "Do you want to order?" You replied "yes" and those running on his heels and leave. After half an hour and come back, looking more peaceful world, they ask you if you want the menu. "Yes" you reply, and they go away again. Return menu with twenty minutes after you leave the canons and three quarters of an hour to decide what to eat. In the meantime, however, lead you to drink fruit juice that you have not ordered, zuccheratissimi. Just when you're about to start chewing the cloth, finally coming to take orders. E qui inizia il bello: perchè qualsiasi tu dica è chiaro che il cameriere non ti ascolta, il massimo di attenzione che può dedicarti è guardare le tette di tua moglie. Devi solo sperare che abbia voglia di farti mangiare bene e a sufficienza, cosa che spesso accade, perchè per ragioni che non mi spiego i camerieri brasiliani sono persone adorabili e simpatiche, almeno finché non si scopano tua moglie.
- ma poi le pietanze, almeno, sono buone? - gli ho chiesto
- Non lo so ragazzo, sono qui da ieri e devo ancora mangiare -
Sono rimasto basito. - E perchè diavolo non se ne va!? -
- Eh, che ci posso fare, qui devo lavorare. Sono il cuoco.