Unfortunately, the house that way 'so I had hoped to be free was already' occupied.
and to make matters worse the old asked at least 6 months of rent ...
but never mind ...
resigned to the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving a room without windows usually took the train from Beacon city followed by all the junk behind portatomi Italy.
a huge suitcase, a backpack and an inflatable bed / TOTAL 52 KG
The airbed was necessary because 'in MISUSE room
as my friend Michel (the Dominican Monza) assured me that was free that day,
unfortunately there was no bed ...
(as Americans conceive of a house remains a mystery ...)
The weight of the luggage was already committed to 'feel the entrance to the subway, but
confident that soon I would have entrusted a safe place I took my way between fantozziane scenes and several "I'm sorry ..."
agency Michel arrived in port I 'to see this famous room along the 174esima,
beautiful place I have to admit.
Unfortunately the owner was absent.
took advantage for a coffee 'Starbucks drinking on the streets of the Bronx ...
We were confident that soon he would have arranged everything.
3 hours after you submit agency in this girl of color, the lady of the house in slippers and hair tied with a pink handkerchief.
It will 'wake up ill that morning, or only god knows, the fact is that
decided that the weekly payment of $ 150
did not like most' well.
Mrs. wanted $ 600 for the first month, more
'other $ 600 dollar deposit and other
$ 600 as compensation for the agency ...
a total of 1800 pieces round round.
hands in their pockets I knew it was a figure from Star Wars to myself.
And here we are at crossroads.
Only in New York
52 kg of luggage
nowhere to go
Avro 'loose something in the hearts of these,
were busy to find a ...
at least for the night. Michel
I swear 'I would not be left in the street that night ...
poor Michel
was wrong ... I call 'even the mother of his head to see if he could find a room for the night ...
nothing.
the Beach was a hostel.
I drove more than 'close ...
closed
There was' nothing to do,
got out ... they apologized.
vabbe 'poor people ... they have to blame them ...
I took the subway and went down along the 173esima in the Bronx in search of a hostel
(Do not forget the bags of 52 kg ...)
was already 'the dark and the Cubans in the streets looking dazed the passage of this strange wanderer puffing,
bulging eyes and hair soaked with sweat.
not a great show ... we understood
first arrived at the hostel, the Highbridge House, I found only one chain to expect ...
open from 7 to 20 were .... 21:30 ...
Shit!
I tried to look for another on the 95th .... but nothing will
'was the mist before my eyes because of fatigue or perhaps
the resignation of a day turned bad ...
fact is that I found it.
the Beach was the Grand central station dove miracolosamente trovai l'ultimo treno per tornare a Fishkill da Rob.
Nella mezzora di tempo che rimaneva prima della partenza praticai un po' di sana "scuola monza" nell'unico bar aperto della stazione.
Le due sbarbate che lavoravano dietro al bancone cominciarono a farmi domande...
Una nera da mozzafiato e una bianca senza pretese...
Dopo aver saputo che ero italiano come due stupide si misero a ridacchiare e parlare nelle orecchie...
pff..
Se mi trovavano affascinante in quelle condizioni mi immagino a che tipi sono abituati...
vabbe'...
Finito la misera cena le salutai...
la nera mi fece l'occhiolino e ricambiai.
Roba da tornarci in giorni migliori...
Sul treno la citta' scorreva via nuovamente in direzione ormai familiare.
Sfinito sprofondai lungo i sedili fissando lo scorrere della notte dal finestrino.
La battaglia oggi e' persa,pensai....
ma questa dannata casa prima o poi la conquistero'!
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