The adventures of a quiet country escort ..(chapter 49)..
I felt a touch on my left shoulder ...... ..
"Hello, you're Italian ....?
: " How do you know ..?
"Because you know, we stay in the same hotel ...
"Pleased Anna ....
"Nice to meet you, Ludovico
"Let me guess ... .. !! ... You are here to meet with the teacher ...?
"Of course ...! I'm from Bari ...!
"It is not that far away ....
" But I have come with my car ...
: "Damn It ...! What prompted you ....?
"I follow the teacher for nine years and every day I prayed for this moment.
Meanwhile, the restaurant had opened its doors to the public , we followed the line.
The small restaurant had tables with big orange candles, the rest of the little light came from emergency lights .
Above the tables, were proudly displayed the names of the guests, with some funny flags bearing the country of origin, Ludovico and I occupied the same table.
After a few minutes he appeared ...( like a sun) ... thin and smiling Ramana Seva, all Frenchmen present launched into a thunderous applause, while all present (not French) ... looked around perplexed and undecided about what to do.
The teacher visibly intimidated by the unusual (reception) .. said.
"I thank each of you for coming here tonight, you have surely noticed the flags above the tables ...."
I ask you to answer three questions:
One .... What do you think of your country?
Two .... What would you change urgently in your country?
Three .... What would you change about yourself?
"This is my table I will hear your every word in silence.
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