St. Paul, at the supermarket: I do not think this story has the power of the trilogy scarcelliana. In this regard, my ranking to first place the episode of incontinence that old house phone to use the toilet, use it and leave without cleaning. The second plots in the Galician Shaman and his dog, Map, third, with the rasta cards esoteric. I state that during the months of silence to me has happened to the first episode, starring a portly plumber with flames tattooed on his neck that has taken control of my cabinet, forcing then to leave the windows open for a whole day outside -15 ° C . But I prefer the following account for its social context. They are in the queue at the supermarket, I'm putting the expenditure on the tape when you hear a scream. The cashier dying down suddenly. More screams, people pushing in line, someone escapes. A black man runs towards the exit and is hounded by two vigilantes who pinned him. In a second, a dozen committed around him. Silence. People do not understand, someone goes away leaving the travel packages. The cashier finishes to beat the prices and closes the case. Black is brought to the scene of the accident. I go there too, along with the usual curious hampering relief efforts. On land there is in the midst of a South American lame broken glass and trash. Not far away is a shopping cart with a few packages of hot dogs, beer e una fila di gratta e vinci. Un paio di commessi cercano di sollevare lo zoppo, ma quello si ostina a rimanere a terra, piagnucolando e tenendosi la gamba. In mezzo ai cocci c’è il cestino della spesa con delle bottiglie in frantumi e una piccola pozza. Lo riconosco: mentre arrancava, non mi era passato inosservato perchè oltre ad avere la gamba sinistra storta e più corta della destra, è pure fortemente strabico. Un monumento all’asimmetria, non c’è niente di dritto nel suo corpo. Il nero viene portato di fronte allo zoppo e comincia il battibecco. È evidente che lo zoppo sta simulando peggio di Lulù Oliveira, ma ha dalla sua l’invalidità e vuole ricavare qualcosa. Non si capisce niente di quello che dicono, but the trend is clear. The lame man was passing next to the shelves with Christmas ornaments when the black on his right check with the truck and hit him in the good leg. The lame man collapses against the shelf, pulling down everything. Black guess that will have to pay much more than hot dogs and beer, and that the scratch cards will not help. So get away, abandoning the truck. Everyone thinks in a robbery and the melee broke out. In addition to the damage, the man must answer for alarm procured and will pay much more than they think. From now on, the lame will go around with their legs X. Here, the supermarket is a mirror of social inequality and exhibition for the entire distance between rich and poor, whites, blacks and Hispanics. There are two types of bread, the one box that costs about $ 3 a pack, and the bread in bulk, virtually for free. The bread is tipped loose in big baskets and the people to choose what it feels like, literally strappandoselo hand. With each new arrival around the basket is an incredible crowd. The last loaves are a concentration of fingerprints and dirt. Some scenes reminiscent of the supermarkets in Prague on a trip to the fourth higher Tronconi when you make a sandwich made with the last, lonely bread basket of post-communist and post-separation. Heroic and heroic Tronconi the loaf to challenge the e-coli in the name of the deceased ideal. In America, which produces too much food, which must throw it, burn it, sell it or turn it into diesel, the bread in bulk is the most popular, along with the scratch and spirits. How would Teo, who has teeth has no bread and who has bread has no teeth. But it is always those who have no bread to buy the scratch cards. Today I read in Time that Minnesota is the second most healthy and with the highest welfare of the United States. Counting the number of obese and fights among beggars that you see around, I wonder what it means to live in Louisiana or in Missouri, two states that occupy the last position. I'm thinking that after all the Galician Shaman is much more interesting than finding a less than friendly to the supermarket between a lame that breaks down four pieces of junk and a black Christmas afraid that if he goes home with a Moscovich with drum brakes. I was hoping the foul deed, in the Mess. What a disappointment.
