Travel San Francisco, London, Paris, Mallorca...Part I

Travel San Francisco, London, Paris, Mallorca
Travel San Francisco, London, Paris, Mallorca...
Augustine had a horrible habit of stealing food from the dish outside, French people call this “pique assiette" Then I’m understand why, after short time, I discovered how rapacious she was. All the time when we travel together she don’t stop to try to make spend money buying presents for her nephews, or take my paintings or some objects buying for me or for sale my self, for her own house but after my broken wedding with Carole I put all my affection on this girl. Perhaps with the secret hope to make forget her "dirty work husband" I invited her go together to Europe, she wants go before to make a visit to friend of her aunt “Malenita” the same who asked me ¿What do you here? At the Sun Fair. This one was called Angie Reynal sister in law of the quoted Malenita married to a media Tycoon called Theriot, owner for the San Francisco Chronicle, then I send her four days before and days after I go pick up her. Passing New York for buying a Lap Top. . Was with this woman how she made manner to make me fall on the hands for my biological mother, all planning by her sinister aunt, my elder stepsister. During the week that I stay at San Francisco, the Angie house picks FIRE two times. And one day I was invited to dinner at the service office dinning room, she gave me two tickets to the Opera ironically this was “Salome” and this hooker was do exactly the same, arriving to London with my father. Claim my head. She make a contact with somebody very important, where we was invited to dinner (This time at dinning room) This people living at King’s Road front a Park (after the Agustina information this people was the owners for all the neighbourhoods and two days after we go dinner to the Argentinean Embassy, where the Ambassador was married with a Serantes Braun woman, far relative member of converted Jew fatherly family. This disgusting man called Pfirter, explain me as he was a spoon collector, the truth they accomplished the task to swap my head from British hands to the Argentinean, destroying my poor life ¡what bastards! Mercy this conspiracy, to day I live on the misery, obviously my father do a washing hands. I must repeat again “There are none as blind as those who will not see” Like all the idiots with my chest puffed, I’m happy to enjoy my holydays with the beauty 30 years youngest. Explaining to Mr. Hobbs my intention to buy cheap English furniture for sold at the auctions at Buenos Aires, he suggested me go to buy to Ireland. Then at this moment was yet decided, put me on the hands of the Irish Pharmacist’s daughter, "My loved biological Mother" Writing this remembering the face of Carlton, looking me like a rhinoceros with little bow tie, meanwhile he speak me of the Irish good prices. But the idiots never feel idiots. All the people knew that. ! Not Me! The day after I’m rent a car and we go ahead to the land for the motherly ancestors.

Here I considered important explain something. My biological mother was very nice face woman. At the seven or nine years old one day speaking with friends I'm confessed they, referring to my stepmother(Haydee Oribe) what I don't like her face and her smell. She was informed of my comment and coming quickly rebuke ¿Why you don't like your mother? With reason. Doesn't man don't like his mother or her smell, it is impossible. You eat and you feel warm near her face and her small.(today I believed the build of the taste is the familiarity) Perhaps a deep impression set in my memory make associated the Agustina face with my mother face. The case was an enormous attraction for this monster.
After some discussions during the travel (She don’t like how fast I’m driving) We arriving to a harbour to board the ferry to Belfast, there (nervous for the rebukes) I'm crash the left wheel against a cement way marker at the ramp. That was the only accident of all travel. Like ever “The idiot” was very humiliated when he find the help wheel was obviously smaller to the others and the car start to walk like a man with only one shoe. Finally we stay on the mythic ancestor’s land. Just the most provincial towns of Belgium can be more boring and ugly as an Irish town. The whether don’t help too and the fucking Irish dealers must be laugh very much showing me thrones when I 'm only ask middle class chairs. But this is the result where every body knows my condition and only I was ignoring, like Buenos Aires where my family mother can't keep the secret to is friends, put me on the ridiculous innocence. We continue to Dublin and other horrible harbour front the Ocean where I make the ridiculous at each place dreaming export Irish furniture. When truth was I’d condemned working for the rude lout Sarachaga. The lowest level of human being on the auctioneer’s world, a crap. The problem was my Irish family was a low level crap too. Remembering in Dublin looking the faces of the buses drivers I tell Agustina “Look they all have the faces, like “The Buenos Aires Jockey Club" members. She didn’t
Finally with empty pockets we go back to England, to Edinburgh. Scotland is other thing with a nice architecture, nice shops, and a nice castle. We stay in a Crescent block where was placed the Hotel, the first night Agustina disappears during the four hours, I think she go to make sex with the night keeper, when she coming back she came to kiss me, and asking forgiveness. We go back to London and there take the Euro star to Paris.
That was my land we stay at a small hotel Rue de Beaume and Rue the Lille the room was so small as we sleep very near each other and one day during an foot massage who making me Agustina I became very exiting with a strong erection just to the border to proposed her make sex, but cowardice, word gave to her fatherly grandmother or my moral criterium about the enormous age difference, I repressed me letting an opportunity that wasn't repeated. The sex it is like the social cocktails, you must don't arrive very early or so late. I have a second opportunity when cleaning the car, this one was completely cover for the shampooing foam with two of us in, then proposing her sex obtaining a clear refuse, she look me not like a rhinoceros with bow tie, but how she was the victim of a rape. That was in Mallorca. Some fifteen days after Paris.
Showed Paris to this woman how we live on one of the most beautiful places and when making a very enthusiastic explaining about the old monuments surrounded us She cried "You are French you born here" if that was truth or not for the moment I don't have any information, only may fake papers. Then I don't known where I born.