Please forgive me interrupting your day, but the strange Englishman I see in the street often has problems with his back and is in a private clinic having needles from a chinese woman embedded in his body.
He moans alot about his back pain but his pain is nothing compared to mine.
You will find my history in the stranger’s new book called “Adventurous Tales From A Mountain Walk” you apparently can find on both Amazon sites. I tell you this now as tomorrow I will not remember.
I am a little flattered that the stranger has spent the time explaining my situation and I may as well resort to reading like you his blogs, this way I may get to find out more of my previous life. Perhaps you the readers who like what he writes will make comments and write back to me too.
Today is no different to any other day except it is a little more warmer now the rainy season appears to be coming to an end. You may think ah this is good for a streetman who only wears a pair of demin jeans that has been roughly cut by me into a short skirt or falda as is said in my mother’s tongue of spanish.
why do I convert jeans into a skirt, it is simple when I go to the toilet in the street, if I am attacked by the other beggers and killers, I can pull the hem of the skirt down quicker than pulling up and securing a pair of jeans.
my ever trusting rock will make short change of any damaged accuring to my feeble and emancipated body. My life was not always like this and when you read the book you will find out what happened to me, perhaps one of you can remind me from time to time.
I can see the stranger walking back with his lovely wife, he indeed is a lucky hombre, best i make my retreat until the next time he is out and he leaves his computer on.
maybe next time other characters can join me and we can chat to you, tell me who would you like to talk to next?