This country is not for me.
We enter the shop of a petrol station, unique customers. We talk among ourselves about what we want to buy. The cashier there silent because our voices are too high (!) Prevented her from focusing on the accounts.
On city bus no talking on the phone. If called say, "I'm on the bus, I can not talk, I'll call you later." They are all silent, even if they are in good company. Silence catacomb, luckily the bus rattles.
past a bread delivery truck. The driver is inside the store with its boxes of bread and left the door the half open. We throw a look inside to see that bread delivery. Igor drags me away and explained that is not well poke your nose into other people's van. In a bar enters a guy with a nice dog, the whistle. I am told that in a restaurant does not whistle.
talked for an hour with the sales manager of a manufacturing company of peat. In all the time just beyond the two half smiles. Moreover, the same expression of a tombstone.
In a bar that does not matter what I say give me the rest, a few pennies. The girl replied that I did not need my money and give it to me insists. Igor, provided he criticizes me because I look a little too in your face people that we meet per strada. Dice che in Ucraina non si fa.
Anche nei luoghi molto affollati non vi è nessun clamore, nessuno ride, nessuno scherza, nessuno si chiama, nessuno s'incazza. I bambini sembrano non esistere.
Mi chiedo se non avrei fatto meglio ad andare in Brasile.
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