Recently I had lunch with my friend, Salvatore, and when she went to the figures, he invited me to a languid gesture and paid the bill with a hundred. The rest he left the pretty operation as a tip: 37,30 €. I was quite stunned, because Salvatore is a nice guy, but he is generally so fuel efficient that it plays a joker in Wikipedia under "famous skinflint" immortalized. It's not the famous.
It went on cheerfully: cocktail, cigar, trendy bar. All at his own expense. What he intended it, I did not know but that he intended something by it, seemed more than obvious. What was there to celebrate? A new love? A new life? Schalalala? I was silent when I burst and with curiosity. For Salvatore was usually not just a tightwad, but also secretive. In his case, this meant that he himself came out with things or not.
So I waited.
some point he said: "You ask yourself sure what's wrong with me?" I shrugged
hypocritical his shoulders: "Yes. Is something going on "
" I have a new job "
" What "He hesitated
" for a job?.? It's complicated ... "
" Aha.
was honest, all somehow complicated by Salvatore. As an administrative official in the Building Department, he had to handle a lot of powerful complex operations. There was the sophisticated coffee machine, the complex folder that complicated desk, and the complicated relationship with Miss Schmidt, as a writing pad, the only sex, sex, sex wanted. Sex, of course, complicated.
"You no longer working in the office?" I asked in amazement.
He replied. "But"
"Have you said not just that you had a new job"
"Yes."
? "And yet another to"
"If you so will: yes "
" if you will "
" It's complicated, "
Then he paid up and pushed me outside.?.. What he had to tell me he could do in the car.
"You have a car?" I asked in surprise. Because cars were for him the epitome of money. So far, anyway.
He nodded: "Yes ... over there ... "
I looked over and saw a Ferrari.
"You mean since the Reds?"
"Yes."
We took off and drove through seemingly aimlessly through the city. Reluctantly, he started telling me about his relatives who had really a good idea because would have if something morally questionable, but still a good idea. But where funerals were so damn expensive now. Meanwhile, we already had to save his life, only to be again placed neatly under the earth. That was really a scandal. I did not understand a word. We stopped at a tall building in a development area.
"Grandpa Federico," said Salvatore, as if everything would be explained. "You know. Lieblingsopa my"
"He is dead but the last few years,"
"of which I speak it."
"What?"
"From dying. And the high costs. Do you hear me not to because "
" But ... it's just ... . Complicated, "
He shook his head:" So now again not complicated ... Look there! "
I looked out the side window on the exit to the parking garage. It was a very nice exit to a parking garage. Anyway, I said that Salvatore.
"Rubbish!" Hissed Salvatore. "Now! Look!
Someone just left the garage and behind him rattled the door shut again. Now I could read it: Arrivederci Federico. As graffiti.
"Very nice," I nodded, "but ..."
"Grandpa is there."
For a moment I thought he had heard correctly. How: ?.? As "
" On foundations "
" Excuse me "
Salvatore shrugged his shoulders:" Do you know how much a German funeral? We would have gone all broke. And now look at this: Is not it beautiful? We have hired the best graffiti artists. And now we greet grandpa every time one drives to work. Now admit it: but what has the "
We drove on, while I was feverishly whether Salvatore took me straight to the arm or not?. He worked in the construction office, knew of any sites that existed in the city. And he was stingy to not work anymore. Had he done that!
"The Most are enthusiastic about the matter, "he said.
"Most?"
"Thus says what got around fast, you know?"
"In other words, you ... you still have more people buried? "
" Well, is all built out. ! Look, "
We drove to a bridge where the pillars stood: Wilhelm Bungert is the greatest. Clearly of the same graffiti sprayers.
"You can choose your inscription before. Can have it all. From simple lettering to the Graffiti Deluxe. We bring each for 299 € in the earth. With a chic graffiti for 399 €. Da! "
We passed a shopping center. Click to read: I love Mary. Ulla and Deniz. Herbert was here. Nobody is perfect, Ralfi. It was unbelievable how I discovered a lot of graffiti. I was never noticed.
"And if the way power of one?" I asked.
"Then we make them turn back. been transferred part of the service. "
" And why are you telling me all this? "
" You're just to Berlin? "
" So what? "
" In Berlin, a lot of construction. "
" I'm planners, Salvatore. . Not undertaker "
Salvatore sighed:" Think about it to you. I get just as purely a busload of pensioners from the Sauerland. Were never been to Berlin. "
I was silent a moment. Was left off the irreverent part of the company, it was actually pretty damn where you were. And that church and state had a monopoly on the last of all trips, would in principle once an application with the Cartel value. Why could the Ferrari driving and not me? In a figurative sense, I mean.
"I think about it, okay?"
Salvatore nodded.
We passed the new tax office. It read: Mark Grossman steals at Aldi.
? "And did you not afraid that you display a"
Salvatore shrugged his shoulders: "And what happened then? They tear the tax office off to check the foundation, according to Mark Grossman? "
" If the stolen really at Aldi? "
" No idea. His old man has not paid "
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