coisas sem qualquer interesse… III

‘Brian?’ eu abrandei o carro e perguntei a um bife Inglês.

‘Do you remember me? from lisbon… i had an interview with you to a bank in mozambique’ eu continuei.

‘yes sure… hi Ricardo, do you work here?’ ele perguntou

‘yap, well… i told you that i had some working proposals for Angola… but i’m sure you didn’t believe, did you?’ eu perguntei

‘well Ricardo, i must confess that… where do you work? ele perguntou

‘i’m in a #$#$# group… anyway Brian, does your bank  improved the financial conditions now they start business in Angola? Eu perguntei em tom provocador.

‘ahahah… are you still interested?

‘well, now i’m developping my work here, and i’m always grateful for those o gave me de opportunity in first place… but, who knows!! eu continuei.

‘cheers Ricardo, take my card… do you have one?… i call you later… nice to meet you’ ele finalizou.

‘cheers Brian… one of these days i will call you… to take a drink there, in the island… good luck to the ‘manchester’ futebol team against ‘porto’, you will sure need it ’ eu disse.

‘no, no i’m not from that team… Arsenal… those who kick your ass for four times back in england, ahahaha’ ele disse a provocar.

‘well Brian… meu grande panel.. da merda… i dont live in history, anyway we won in portugal… kicking your ass for two times’ eu respondi-lhe com uma pena dos diabos de não ter vocabulário suficiente em inglês para lhe dizer algumas verdades.