Jean and I have our things in common. We
elbows, nose (mine not so great), penis, shoulders, teeth, and a story well desubicante.
But first, there is a story that I want to express.
I was in Bogota, allegedly sold as director of TV commercials (which did not work, because they never called me HAHAHAHAHAHA Cursed) and one of those visits to agencies, I had a very nationalist account executive. I got the impression that he had come to a hotel in Bavaro and Sankyo made one of their own, because women do not know Dominicans keria. Sanky
That shit fucked me hurt the presentation, because I got into his head that thing, and I spent the whole meeting looking at her face "I Know What You Did Last Summer", and she'd be more uncomfortable. . jajajaj ...
What bag.
Well, imagine her in a cheilón between (I know it's chaise longue is said, but it sounds so ma Creole, and give more pique my former grammar teacher who emailed me the length of the sword when he read the history of the visa, giving me the sermons tooooodos vidaaaa e ke how well you spell the devil !)..( pod ... and now that erases eta tené bua pod, i will be offended the teacher sewage treatment) .. . (I can not stop talking about it in parentheses, pa that she does not see, you know )...( because ke parentheses and are like a secret ... like a goat ... an explanation of something ...)...
(when you spell and a parenthesis, and as a chismesito, or a whisper ... someone comes to you and says:)
"Santo Domingo Thanks for supporting me in this concert !!!!! (hand, loan in San Francisco de Macoris)
" Thanks to San Francisco de Macoris supporting me in this concert!!
and I have not eaten breakfast yet gentlemen ... forgiveness.
Well, between the executive imagine, lying on a cheilón talking with Sankyo, and trying to concentrate on my presentation, the woman has come out with its successful conclusion, which was more or less:
"Very good your work Taba, peeeeerooooo (coño!) ... you know we have differences regarding geographical Dominican idiosyncrasy do differentiate the two differently. You as a TV commercial director, know that it is cold here and people go dressed differently and that affects thinking. What do you think of that? "
I honestly do not know what to do, if the laughter eplotarmele mujerderdiablo eta, or analyzed in real earnest.'s Face changed me as 6 times. Smile, serious, thoughtful, bitter, happy, The sheath was proud ... I ended up inventing ke ...
- "Noooo ... do not believe you. If Dominican also makes waaaaay cool. Much! "
-" Yes? ... Seriously? "- And look at absolutely everything.
I, as I see that I have drawn attention to my invention, I continue my story ...
- "Of course, if !!!... But until snow falls!"
- "SNOW ???!!!!..." Noel says, the Dominican that I was playing in Colombia, with a face that is pinching me.
And to the world enters the room, and lie pa Lante (right time where I almost get a European court on tight that I noticed)
- "Cooomo? ... But ... in Dominican?? segurooo? "
- "What if I say, if there was a heavy snowfall last winter, people had to go out with shovels to get the car under the snow ... a disaster I tell you"
- "But in the mountains?"
- "NOOOO! In some cities in winter"
already here I went to hell in déjamejodeaetagenteunchin wave, total, nomevanadartrabajonuncacontodaetamierdaquetoydiciendo ....
- "But I've been in the Dominican, and that's a hot one" - says the executive, Sanky reaffirming my theory.
- "And which part of Dominican falling snow, because that is the tropics"
- "Oh, in Washington Heights, in Boston, in the Bronx, Brooklyn ... Because they can not think the Dominican do not know what cold is. You know the number of Dominicans who live in cold countries?. Furthermore, there is a Dominican who do not have a relative in USA. "
down and I left the truck, airy ... I felt like Rocky going up the stairs!
all laugh, it ralajan and conlcuyo my presentation with this crap, I guess I won the title of the most slimy director who has been through that agency jajajjajajjaa ... total ...
But men, it is so. In any remote field in a shack of these, the family may need for snow boots and a coat. That's nothing, leaving it to the airport shack to catch a flight to spend the Christmas pa where her brother in NY. That's what I've seen in Nice ... Fall 2003. I was and Jean (the donkey you go ahead ...), fresh from surfing the beaches of Nice. Nice is one of the poorest peoples of our island. I waaaaay to that beach, because the ripples that go out, are super fun, and pretend that I'm in Africa, surf safari, crossing rivers and seeing African landscapes, and when I see a goat, I guess it's a lion .. .
We leave the beach and invite him to drink some cold coconuts. An old man who has a house, where the tomb coconuts, peel, and put them in a freezer whole ... when out and uncover, voila, a sweet coconut water with natural ice cubes !!!!! a delight.
We arrived and the old man is alone, picking his teeth with a toothpick. We pass the coconut, and continues to clean the mouth.
begin to tell Jean that he needed to become independent of where he worked, because I wanted work for me nothing more. And while we talked, the old man listens, half body inside of a conversation, and I interrupted with a story of her life, wise and listen:
- "I worked 25 years for a machine shop ... and I spent the same "
Jean Miro to face" the poor old man ", and both pay attention, or at least pretend to listen to his wise tale ...
- "But one day I got tired ... and I said I'm tired of
this fuckin shit
I is not gonna work for you anymore
FUCKIN GET ANOTHER MECHANIC!"
And stares the horizon remebranza eyes, clean your teeth with the stick.
Obviously, given the circumstances of where we were, Jean and I both had to go get us out of the Twilight Zone and tábamos onde, because I forgot to close the gate and had to angancharme hiperspacio cable the gate to launch into space and rescue cideral Jean, but just then opened a black hole in the sky and fell sudden and overwhelming "P" directly back to the hut of the old man who still had the stick in the mouth .
- "and never returned ...."
said.
that moment I understood the thinking of the Dominican Republic compared to other countries, to travel, to live abroad. That hole where we were, this old man, pooooooobre in the shack he lived 25 years in Washington Heights, and was a mechanic in a workshop above. He knew the snow more than any of us akí, ate pizza the big man Dyckman Street, was struggling with taxes, the subway, the buses, transfers ... wiping snow, caring dogs, was a janitor at a small hotel on the Upper West, speaks English ma me and grappling with the deck of Jews and Chinese.
mean, I do not parrot the lady executive mountain, and when I return, resolve their predicament with Sankyo, here SABEMO SI COLD!.
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