In the White City Page #2

Isn't that so?

Three fingers is the limit,

it's almost finished.

Three fingers is the limit.

From here on, you ask for a new one.

You know how important this measure is?

You know?

He woukldn't know.

It's the distance between the vagina and the anus.

What?

What did he say?

Tell me.

Here's a waitress...

with a black diamond between her legs.

I don't think she's

what's keeping me still,

but I love two women at the same time.

I feel confusion and happiness.

I've been with Marianne for a week.

I'm happy I'm one of the two women you love.

The other one can talk to you, touch you.

I see pictures,

get weird letters from Lisbon,

sometimes from Yoklahoma.

You saw it?

- What?

- That guy's wallet.

He's alone.

Yep.

Let's go!

Well.

F***!

- You had it all in your wallet?

- Yep.

Even dollars.

You have nothing left?

Not a penny.

Nothing.

What will you do?

A romantic film.

- A beautiful one.

- Yep.

A beautiful romantic film.

What will you eat?

I'll manage.

Drop that.

I tried to steal some fruit and got caught.

Buy me a sandwich.

- That's not the problem.

- It's the problem indeed!

The being hungry issue is solved.

What's the other one?

It's you.

- Hi, you speak French?

- A little.

I've been told I could sell my watch here.

Wait.

Samuel, come here.

Someone wants to sell a watch.

- Good afternoon.

- Hi.

I want to sell my watch.

It's Swiss, solid gold.

How much?

Ten thousand.

- Ten?

- Yes.

Three thousand.

No, no.

It's not possible.

I paid one thousand Swiss francs for it.

All right, five.

Five?

OK, hold on.

- Five and some scotch.

- Fine.

Come.

No.

Why?

- I don't sleep with strangers.

- What?

Are you crazy?

I'm not, you are.

What are you doing here, who are you?

My skipper said I'm an axolotl.

A what?

An axolotl.

What is that?

I don't know.

It might be an animal...

or a tree.

A tree, rather.

A mistery.

"Dear Paul:

You asked me once why your skipper called you...

an axolotl, and what was it.

It's not a tree,

but a salamander's larva...

that lives in some lakes in Mexico.

There's a quote of Julio Cortzar

in the dictionary

"What fascinated me was their stillness...

the first time I saw the axolotl,

and I soon thought I understood

their secret will:

To abolish space and time

with an indifferent quietness.

They seemed to be spying on something,

some remote extinguished realm,

a time of an aloof and absolute freedom...

when the world belonged to the axolotl."

Mr Jose.

I haven't seen Rosa in two days.

She comes one day and the next day

she doesn't show up.

That's the way people are.

I don't know anything.

- She doesn't like working here any more.

- Not any more.

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