In this, Brussels reminded me of the cocktail bars in Tokyo located on the floors of buildings, when a gaijin – a guiri – appears, who wants to drink something despite the wild air of a horse he has in these discreet spaces.
– Sorry, partners only.
– Well, I’m becoming a member…
Yamadori or Yamashita, a Japanese skipper knows them all.
– Admission is worth three million yen…
Now it turns out that the bureaucrats of the European Union want to give us 132 million euros a year to make the use of Catalan, Galician and Basque official. Do these people have feelings? Maybe they don’t know that it’s an illusion?
What a hit, I thought when I learned the estimate. They want to leave it at that and play the two, very dignified, with the typical excuse of the tourist who has tried on a few pieces in London and doesn’t have a shilling.
– I go in a hurry, come back another day and take John Lobb’s pair with me. Two thousand pounds, he says?
As it is a detail that progressive Spain is marked by rebellious nationalists, it could well haggle in Brussels and adjust the price. Nor is it a question of translating Tirant lo Blanc, therefore it would be enough to have interns, not print the documents and translate from home and thus save on cabins.
If they don’t get off their ass – I can sense that they are not very excited, but since Spain has promised to take over the expenditure, barra libre! – there is always the consolation of putting these 132 million per year into perspective.
– It’s the parrot’s chocolate!
– The signings of Dembélé and Coutinho cost more!
-Today, with 132 million you don’t even have a Märklin train…
-The important thing is to repay a historical debt. Money is not everything in the afterlife!
The worst thing will be to endure the burden of the regime of 78, who take the edge off everything and protest for so much detail.
-A lot of messing with the Royal House and has an annual budget of 8.4 million euros!
Being all Spaniards, rambunctious people who don’t look at the skin, let’s go ahead with the request and for the money that isn’t left, like at Manolo Caracol’s parties.
