three days ago (just closing my first 36 laps of the sun), came once more to Madrid. Overcome with some nervousness, after receiving the news about the new requirements to enter Spain for non-Europeans. Following the procedure used in migration, I was approached by a plainclothes officer asked me the papers and asked some questions. I worried, as he, quite relaxed and majete, reviewed the ad hoc and urgent "invitation letter" that Elizabeth sent me a passport and cards, letting out a sly and mischievous miradilla a girl passing (which I thanked him, as well diverted his eyes from my face, which probably would panic at the time)
Isa Outside waiting for me, wrapped in a beautiful lime green summer dress which highlighted the beauty their eyes. Even without digesting all of a sudden we were both here again, I set off jubilant in their company. We decided to take the subway. I talked about what it means to be rich in Madrid, a city where you can walk to late at night through the streets, late nights, up, down, come and go without worrying too much about almost anything ... Suddenly I felt a strange movement in the right pocket of his trousers. I took my hand and oh, surprise, I found a couple of fingers that feeling agile and invisible trying to steal my wallet and that there had been few euros. I did not think for a second, instinctively 'get' the pair of appendages offenders who were hiding among the fabric of a jacket that's roughly dressed. I did the memory of a similar situation in Mexico City, where I twisted the fingers of the thief until it scream. Instantly I had a feeling incredibly similar to then, a kind of deja-vu "lived all over the body and consciousness simultaneously. I was filled with a decision and a rather unusual energy (for forcing the topic but otherwise, I'm an actor actually quite shy, insecure and doubtful when I'm not on stage). Strong and determined voice said something like, "Where you going, mate?", To which the aforementioned responded with a mock evil face of innocence. I do not remember that he said, but I know I was a babbling nervous and shaking under my charge. The way he said it was my confirmation that tried to steal. Perhaps professional bias, but I tend to pay more attention to the "how" things are said in the "what." The man was revealed to me with his involuntary confession. Sadly, I discovered that it was not English, and though he spoke quite low, I realized that it was a Latin American. I confess that I was filled with rage. With loud voice I said that one man was trying to get me out the portfolio for the whole car to find out. We came to a station, and the subject could not quite make it to shrink in a gesture much like "Golum" embarrassed and angry and leave the train.
Isabel and I stayed in one piece. I made efforts to control the impending earthquake that hit me was following the adrenaline. A woman smiling face of "ho, that things look over there!" and the convoy resumed its march.
In the distance I reflect on what happened and I can not stop thinking about the irony of life. I felt uncomfortable with the legal requirements to enter Spain, and within minutes of being "interrogated" in Barajas, a Latin America Latin America was trying to rob another, confirming that behave well are not trustworthy in the eyes of the immigration authorities. Shame and embarrassment for me
This man, whom I knew not to place his accent ("Argentina?," Uruguayan?, "Mestizo Ecuadorian or Colombian?) Do not know where I have thought coming ... since then, did he know it "chilango." Or never lived in Mexico, or never won on the subway from there. Because, of course, did not have that "deefeños" We live very alert for thieves who are everywhere and we identified almost forever.
Isabel and I stayed in one piece. I made efforts to control the impending earthquake that hit me was following the adrenaline. A woman smiling face of "ho, that things look over there!" and the convoy resumed its march.
In the distance I reflect on what happened and I can not stop thinking about the irony of life. I felt uncomfortable with the legal requirements to enter Spain, and within minutes of being "interrogated" in Barajas, a Latin America Latin America was trying to rob another, confirming that behave well are not trustworthy in the eyes of the immigration authorities. Shame and embarrassment for me
This man, whom I knew not to place his accent ("Argentina?," Uruguayan?, "Mestizo Ecuadorian or Colombian?) Do not know where I have thought coming ... since then, did he know it "chilango." Or never lived in Mexico, or never won on the subway from there. Because, of course, did not have that "deefeños" We live very alert for thieves who are everywhere and we identified almost forever.
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