pushed aside the curtain and in front of me I have two files of the Indian people, it seems endless, I can not see the end from here and do a few steps forward without knowing I am exactly in the middle. It seems to be the post office on the due date of payment of 'Ici , pity you can not see and hear points of payment or swear oaths, no, definitely not a post office. They do not look forward, not look back, look at me, still, straight, real estate, as the passage of the military authorities, as cuirassiers that of the pope.
While I continue to walk I try to fix their faces one by one, very difficult undertaking because it slows down, I do not recognize anyone, they are simply young, old, men and women. Silence reigns, for my part I will not say a word but not in fear, just do not see why I should do first. A few minutes later I feel I have already been through it a great experience, despite my face remains impassive contempt for some of them, compassion for others, sympathy for two or three, totally in love with a pair of women of course. Suddenly I try to exit the corridor human, without using force, I do understand with a simple movement of my body approaching a woman in her thirties. She keeps staring at me and does not move a muscle, give up and go on the show, all in all I'm curious to do some more '. After his last face I see in distance scrutinized the closure of the line, oh my God does not seem true; gathers pace, ignore the rest of the faces and shooting straight. Sent more than ever, just when a female distinctions, among other things pretty good I think, someone reaches out from the right leg and tripped me, catches me totally unprepared for the act so I do not have time to cushion the fall with your hands. Splashed on his face, natural ways to lose, and when I wake up if they are all gone
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