Next to Chinatownthere is a lock changebronx company. And from the company up to my home there is only a long roadthat for the massive presence of Chinese restaurants we all call “the red road”.
The lanternsof the restaurants start to enlighten a meter of the road in front of therestaurants from the sunset to the dawn. And because these lanterns are red,the light is also red and so does all the road.
It’s prettycharming to see in the night, but it’s not my favorite place to go and walk in.
I met a guyon a late evening in the train, he was a worker in Portland Repair aGarage Door and he was going to repair a door in a place near here.
He asked me for some street information, hewas new of the place and was not sure what station he should get off the train.I showed him the nearest station and also the most comfortable track to go tothe house he was looking for. In the train there was also a drunk guy who spokealone, or maybe he believed to be speaking to someone, but he was completelyalone. He talked about a girl from mexico and another one from Europe, he saidthat he was from Europe too. And that he didn’t like Chinese people because theyeat dogs. And he had a lovely dog called Isabel sosa pohl coco Pomerania, oneday he found that his dog was no longer in the doghouse in the garden, someonehad stolen her. he thought it should be some of those Chinese people and maybehis dog was already killed and eaten by some customer in one of the manyrestaurants on the red road.
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