Rainy day. Always the same. I hate London. My wife died a
year ago, my son lives in Australia, I'm an alcoholic and I live alone in a
small apartment in the centre. I'm 68 years old and I don't have anything
except for my addiction...
I don't have a job. Actually, I take advantage of these days
to drink a whisky in a bar near my house.
However, I'm broke, so I'm used to making some money by
cheating people in the street in a special way.
I have been
in my favourite Bar all the morning, so I decided to made some money. I
took my hat, my coat and an umbrella I saw in the clothes rack.
I crossed the street and saw a girl with her mother as they
were leaving a Cafe. The little girl saw me and I smiled. "It's
perfect" I thought.
I told her mother that I had been walking all the day and I
had to go back to my home by taxi, of course, because I didn't have money. She looked
out with a cool face while I was telling her about my situation.
- Ok, let's do this, I will give you this beautiful silk umbrella
for only 1 pound .
You need it, don't you? It cost me 20 pounds ! - I told her
It worked
perfectly, I could afford my pound for my prized whisky but while I was walking
to the Bar, the girl saw me, so I started to run as fast as I could.
When I entered, I drank my glass and waited until someone
left their umbrella in the rack. Suddenly, I saw a tall girl who took off her
raincoat and sat at a table, far away from me.
- Ok, let's
do this again - I told myself.