«Skyscrapers - y-e-b-i-ni-n-s-e. Hat - r-a-n-g-o-n ", Signor Vladimir, what is it? encryption, secret passwords? What do you mean y-e-b-u-u-n-s-e, and g-a-n-g-o-n? I do not understand this word. "
interrogation lasted three hours: the security officers, customs officers, border guards, the headmistress Aeroportovskiy Bank, which, incidentally, we understood each other at first sight, that's what it means kinship professions due to authentication money, replaced one by one, and I laughed and had fun, I did fuck, because it ended my 33-hour flight, because I am again got into an unpredictable razdolbayskuyu country where black is white, and think to the way it decided the great leader, because it loomed before my eyes strange horizons of Latin America and the chest ached with anticipation the opening of something new there? How was it?
Life became more interesting, life has become fun!
Someone dug a crumpled piece of paper on which I fell asleep from accumulated at 10-miles upstream of fatigue, trying to systematize his impressions of London, in Russian, in two columns on the left of pluses, minuses on the right. Secret passwords, the game of spies.
«Fifteen credit cards! German, Arabic, Australian banks, and caught a smuggler! "rubbing their hands checking with interest considering the discounts are Lufthansa, Emirates, YHA - Organization of Australian youth hostelsov. "Millions of money!!! Fishing expedition from the secret pocket bags bales left on the memory of Vietnam and Laos paper, worth three dollars. Circus for the poor and only.
«The accountant can not earn money, to travel for a year, nowhere in Cuba and in Russia, nor in the United States, surely to put points on the «i» Cuban officials, never leave the limits of his native province of Cuba. " "Oooo, comrades, so you're not familiar with all the guys from Merrill Linch and PriceWaterHouseCoopers" mentally retorted I, and fun, the parade continued, "Money is counted?" Only under my supervision, "The laptop insert?" Do not touch, it is your salary for two years. Australia, Singapore, Malaysia ... and here's that stamp? And this ... That in itself. By the way, you been to Samoa?
Then suddenly all disappeared, leaving me alone to collect scattered throughout the already abandoned by tourists airport stuff. No one apologized, never explained the reason and not goodbye. Responsible not, none of my business, socialism, goddamn. Deja vu.
Where it is I've already seen. All of my crime was only in the fact that five years ago, arriving in Havana from Panama at the airport, I accidentally hit by a hand. Finding nothing criminal nor in things, any documents to me at parting promised that the problems of entry into the country the next time there will be no ... have brought in the black list available before the overthrow of socialism in a country that is forever. Black is white, the game of spies ...
- «you some ice cream?»
- «Why do you ask you also only Pineapple? »
Street cafe with plastic tables and manager sovdepovskogo type - thick babischey Gestapo appearance, painted with a thick layer of cheap cosmetics, and commanding the whole world, which is seated visitors according to the liberated areas, and then stinking greasy cloth looked like crumbs on your pants, leaving the soap stains on the table.
- «May I take ice cream and eat standing up against the wall?»
- «Do not hut! Zhdite its ocheredi of posadku! ".
Ocheredi, ocheredi, ocheredi a bus on Elm ocheredi zayti in a shop in the morgue and likewise ocheredy.
The Cuban restaurant is the third category, with a loud name «La Bohemia» with a huge stand of "rights and obligations buyer" in plain, light bulbs directly into the chuck, casually splodgy white paint to cover the mangy blue walls vodoemulsionki, dull and cheap tiles on the floor, the curves of iron chairs and the kitchen behind a wooden, rickety hinges on the door, and cooks were once white, but long unwashed robes with hoods on their heads. The waiter - a young Cubans in the black as coal coat and bow tie on white collar brings a towel over his outstretched arm mannered espresso worth, a Russian ruble.
Team restaurants competing to become the restaurant of the second category with this air-conditioned, iron, cutlery and have not erasable paper towel in a glass splodgy fingers on each table and welcomed the 51 anniversary of the Great Cuban Revolution samonarisovannym poster in the style of Ostap Bender, "Socialism or death. Fidel and Raul, we win. " Who do you fucking win? when he beat? what tries to defeat? Then
inspection of the local morgue, and visiting the toilet at the bus station, where all the same thing only without the coffee. Grimaces of socialism, something already possible, but no one knows how, therefore, all as before.
Shop "Ideal", where it is I've already seen.
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