Yellow Bike Helmet

The display of one of the two television sets temblequetea while channel Todo Noticias announced the reversal of a New York bus that causes the death of thirteen people. The monotema the earthquake / tsunami Japan is so pervasive that those responsible for editing news tufts take a couple of minutes to remove the words "Live Japan. " TN Soon leaves the accident in the Big Apple to return to the natural disaster in the Asian archipelago. Succeed for the umpteenth time the scenes that support the validity of a tragedy with touches apocalyptic (an aside, the jokes about the prophecies of Lilith Carrió increased significantly this weekend). I think of the thousands of Japanese media hardly mention: those tourists in the world, and that the disaster left adrift in a strange land. When will return to their homes? How many will be in touch with your loved ones? What the future holds surprise them?. Meanwhile, in Gotham, I say, in Buenos Aires, a police officer interrupts my thoughts to read aloud the testimony of two neighbors who witnessed the attempted theft of the stereo in my car parked on the street Beruti. "Above these motherfuckers have rights," says outraged after reports that the thugs (how not to use the vocabulary of the Chronicle newspaper) is detained in a cell down here. " "The guy charged 32 years," continued the agent. "He called the attention of the witnesses because they came and went around the block, mounted on a bicycle PRO (one of those yellow rental) with a motorcycle helmet on top. As he could not break the lock, broke the window to shock and remained screwdriver meters away from the vehicle, hoping that the alarm will stop. " Imagine the scene inspired Almodóvar: inexperienced thief riding a yellow bike (on top of government), with a helmet out of context, awkward with picks and phobic electronic lights and fanfare. The police did not catch much more skilled than him. I have to sign to sign and wondering if I can go to the toilet. A female officer accompanied me down a hallway to a room. Just before entering, announced "the lady wants to go to the bathroom" and unintentionally evokes the scene where shouting "dead man walking" in the eponymous film. I hear a "uhhh" and almost blinded me, almost tripping over two agents standing, eating pizza, which I reluctantly give way. Out of respect to readers, I will not describe the deplorable state of health. To retrieve my car hijacked (actually prep parked on the corner of the station, with the broken window and no supervision), I ask a "mechanic friend to come and make the appropriate expertise" because the police only works weekdays. Otherwise, the vehicle must be weatherproof (and haphazardly) to Monday: "This unit has no garage or storage for disaster-struck shot. "A Saturday of rain in the middle of siesta, a first mechanic I call aims to collect 500 pesos a visit and a second, 300. Finally a third accepts help me free in honor of a friend in common. Before, it should be clarified, the insurance call center had activated a disquito engraving and again repeated the customer schedule: Monday to Friday. Weekends only runs a towing service. Wow at the station, I look back at one of the televisions turned on. Labels catastrophe still monopolizing the screen. Recognize the triviality of my next to last straw setbacks as TN, but, with apologies to the stoic Japanese I can not avoid the typical feeling of orphanhood caused by the institutionalized curro argento (and I do not mean the yellow bike helmet jet PRO). Many will be shocked by the failed attempt of the jet (the famous uncertainty) but most offenders are mechanics who charge $ 500 a visit or insurance strives you more or less the same money each month without giving you any service. As for the police, no sane Argentine entrusted with his car. You can use these HTML tags and attributes:. . .
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