Mientras me acerco al balcón, la bibliotecaria, Ms Livingstone - la que se parece a Carol de Little Britain – se levanta de su silla y me hace una señal con la mano, llamándome.
- Excuse me, younger. You are Spanish, aren’t you?
- No.
- Gosh!
- Why?
- Well… (time)… could I take a look on your library card?
- Sure.
- Well… (time)… you came from
- Yeah.
- And, so, aren’t you Spanish?
- No. I don’t know were I’m from neither if am I.
- Well… (time)…despite of these personal circumstances, are you Spanish?
- No. Maybe, you could consider me as Catalan among others identities.
- Well… (time)…but you were born in
- No.
- Gosh!
- Why?
- Well… (time)… We’d be pleasure if you could answer an enquire about race and ethnicity; however, to finish the poll’s sample, we’re looking for someone from EU, and...
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- Well… (time)… indeed, are you Spanish, aren’t you?
- No.
- Where were you born?
- I was born in Botucatu.
- Gosh! Sorry. What amazing name! Sound like
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-No, the other that you said before…
-No.
-Well… (time)… hence, you’re not Spanish. But is this village located in
- Not exactly.
-Well… (time)… I think that it will not be a problem if we were considering yours answers within EU sample’.
-Okay. Visca Catalonia!
-What?
-Nothing.
Viento: brisa
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Tipo de lluvia: rápida
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