Castelo Branco. Due parole fuori dal ristorante e Josè, con gli occhi lucidi mi dice di appoggiare la bici e mi paga da bere. It 's a Portuguese living in France.
"I know what it's like to feel foreign. I think that racism is the greatest evil. We men are not all equal?".
smile.
"Not only that, there are also many good people that nobody talks about."
lowered his eyes.
"My daughter lives in Rome, I like to think that if I take care of you, someone there will take care of her ..".
I look at him and I think my father, which bears the same name, with she would do the same thing.
"the good done always comes back."
gives me a pat on the shoulder.
"Say a Hail Mary for Jose'll be there soon."
I will. I put together with the other.
It 's my last prayer.
"I know what it's like to feel foreign. I think that racism is the greatest evil. We men are not all equal?".
smile.
"Not only that, there are also many good people that nobody talks about."
lowered his eyes.
"My daughter lives in Rome, I like to think that if I take care of you, someone there will take care of her ..".
I look at him and I think my father, which bears the same name, with she would do the same thing.
"the good done always comes back."
gives me a pat on the shoulder.
"Say a Hail Mary for Jose'll be there soon."
I will. I put together with the other.
It 's my last prayer.
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