(05/13/23)
Him like dynamite. When I say who I am he says rather who he is. Whatever, right. So, he wants to show us around, but in the same moment the guy has a cigar and no breath left to make any verticality. So his friend brings us, his little assistant; and while we walk, they say his name is Rodriguez (invented) which reminds me of the other guy I met recently, also a Rodriguez. I say to the assistant that I also stick around outside; with the Freddy. Mr. Dynamite sticks around all day; while his wife arrives at the final one. She going around, (Architect) and saying: this to this and that to that; but what do I understand, right, it's portuguese. Pow pow, I think when I see the guy grabbing the zipper out of his suit trousers. I wonder how it started for him to entertain a monetary.