about 14:30. Peter's bar, Italian restaurant in Texas land. I do not know how many others there are world trousers that are of such quality. Not in Longview eh, in the world. Enter a black girl in the bar, order something, go to the bathroom, eat. I am there, two tables away, that I talk to Larry, a typical American man, a bit 'marine style, the season that will make the Cowboys (a team of professional football in Dallas). It 's a bit like talking about the next season, AC Milan, Ronaldinho, Kaka, Pato. "Oh no oh, so many will take those goals with those retirees who finds himself in defense of ... eh." The level of debate is more or less. Not that Larry is at that level, rather it is the most honorable person I've met so far: Harely Davidson and go there! It is 30 miles three times a week to go to eat these pants. The speech continues, cover other topics but nothing more important than the Cowboys (for heaven's sake, here are a faith, not that I care what). Meanwhile, the mayhem going on outside the bar. Yes, because the sky suddenly darkens in 5 minutes, but it is beginning to rain. No, it begins to rain, because as I have now learned "everything in Texas is out of proportion, so if rain is coming down the Apocalypse (cited)."
But not all. No? No, because where are we? Ah, yes.
tried in vain not to look outside because the scenario is disturbing, some say that sometimes go even small storms, but nothing of that, this area is not large ones. I see a police car, a cop who talks to someone. I move my head to see through the window. The policeman's partner, or rather the interlocutors, are two black people, mother and daughter. They have a blue van. "Open the van, please." The open. Oops, will lay clothes (I think) stolen (of course). No stories, in handcuffs and straight driving. "I did not done nothing "continue to repeat." Ok, now, please, KINDLY enter the car. Thank you! "We come in, perhaps willingly, because while continues to come down the flood. Inanto came another policeman, and ironically, the bar is the Sheriff of the county. That, however, was eating with his wife, then do not even want to hear. Quits and with a nod to colleagues leaving. Inanto the second policeman entered the bar with the typical notebook in hand to collect the evidence, but will remain white. "I'm looking for a black girl, Young should be in here. "Bingo. Receptacle-handed (but I say no, at least go to a bar a bit 'far!). I face. There Remember the black girl who had entered the bar during the debate on the Cowboys? Here, vanished, dissolved air. All because they say: "Well it was here until a second ago." I do not do it because I do not know exactly how to say, but that's another story. "Okay, you're back here, the investigations are not over." Why, moreover, that you've made the escape from under the nose, I have to wait? No. In fact I go home, happy and a bit 'disturbed by the fact that he attended the first stop live my life. In this other America. The next time I see Chuck Norris!
Oh, wait. Jose deserves special mention if the Flusciano. Eh? Puerto Rican descent, lived in New York until 14 years old when his grandfather dies. So his father says, "You know what? I'm going to live in Jacksonville, Texas." Without the bags mounting on the bus and go to Jacksonville without batting an eyelid. No, also because it is now Jose is not going so bad: 9 children, 9, host a student from Germany, and a mountain, or rather an Everest of money, come directly from the insurance little thing that was put up after the transfer . He now has a building that emulates those in New York. On the other hand, his hometown, as he says, is that. In America, Jose and (much) more.
Jacopo .
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