Sette del mattino, sto per finire il turno di notte all’ostello. Arriva una cliente…

– Hi, I’m Khura
– David
– Look, can I leave my luggage into the deposit?
– Sure, let me help you.

[…]
– So, your name is David, so you speak jewish?
– But..  I’m not jew, I’m italian, “ittaliaaaano!”
– ahhhh..    so don’t you speak jewish?
– (…) no.

(Entriamo nel deposito, lascia la roba)

– Look, David, I really need now 20 euros.
– mmh, beh, me too (that’s why I work here)
– No, trust me, I really need it, If you can help me you can… fuck me! o maybe I can su…
– ..no, It’s not necessary, If you really need I would give it to you, but I have no money with me, no way to take the ones from the cash machine
– But I.. I am seriuos, you can fuck me ev..
– You do not understand: I can’t and I  won’t.

[…]
– I can’t believe. so, you don’t like girls…
– …that’s not the point
– Of course you’re not Jew! Jews likes girls!

.Khyra c’è rimasta malissimo,  e ci sono rimasto malissimo pure io che non ci avevo i venti euri..

CITAZIONE DEL GIORNO: “vado a cercare un bancomat” (The Big Lebowski)