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The grandfather of the Ramblas and the professions

I'll put in a position (or, what is the same, I'll drop the roll before reaching the end of this post. If you're not interested in jumping to the next paragraph, if I keep bringing me through the branches in the following test-or the other ...-). Well, what I said, this morning I woke up to a thousand because yesterday I came home to the two (and that, for a servant, has always been staying up late) after dinner with dancing girls. After a while housewives, housewives breakfast and continue the same, we decided to take to the streets on the lookout for gifts that we still need to buy.

goes without saying that the center was impossible, of course, but we wanted to go to a couple of shops that were there as well we've been swept by the flow of humanity Portal de l'Angel down to Portaferrissa to Plaça del Pi and from there bam! to Las Ramblas. Las Ramblas ... so avoided for me whenever I can. Well then, Abu and I were standing outside the stream of people up and down, deliberating on where we go to find the next gift, this brings us a man of about seventy or seventy-five years (I'm very bad these things), in a suit, smiling and in a tone of Vic says you die, to two per hour from behind his glasses:

Lord : Sorry, ladies ... Abu

and I look. Keep smiling.

Lord: speak English?

We have only a limited amount guiris pint. I follow while looking at the Abu expectation has gone a felt somewhat contradictory response to the message meant to convey. Abu

: I tant!

to tilt the head back to continue talking.

Lord: You know what is the happiest profession?

me at this time I got an "oh ..." before I knew it even before the fear of a possible end to unpleasant.

Lord: The most happy, the happiest the world.

I, though I'm still fly behind the ear, and I hope to finish.

Lord: The sweeper.

A brief pause, perhaps to rejoice in our masks. Mine at least, I felt like an Almodovar movie, what was happening?

Lord: Because we always sweep (is laughing). Abu

Descojonado has begun and I am left with no face, blown away how surreal the matter. Lord

(smiling as he went): Bye. And sorry for the inconvenience. And

. He got into the downdraft of the Ramblas and as it came and went. Why did all this will always be a mystery to us but I think once you assimilate that this story was real (I'm on it), I will remember fondly.