Stories of Paraná - Twisted Whiskers

Stories of Paraná - Twisted Whiskers

Twisted Whiskers
Nilson Monteiro

Funny Jaime and Jorge.
Has several points in common. Starting with the initial letter of the name.
Both are laughing.
Working in the same gallery with the same product and a parish that has you - pale differences.
Londrina considered to be purple, which to note, it is a further identification.
But their lives to seem absurd to the logic of the system, in which his friend steals his socks without taking off your shoes.
I say funny because they contradict exactly this logic asshole. The George has a bar. And Jaime has another.
Of the window of the bar Jorge, they talk several subjects, to exchange the names of the toughest customers, repeat customers of hanging.
The bars are in the same gallery, squeezed middle, of this city that embraced the most diverse - the wops, the Azores, the Japs, the English, the Bahia, São Paulo, Rio Grande do Sul, Paraiba, Brazil from cover to cover, under her mantle of red earth, whose fame leaked boundaries and prejudices.
Yes, of course, there are small and almost imperceptible differences between patrons Jorge and Jaime.
After all, the environments are the same rum and costs the same. The beer well.
These small differences are of times: sometimes one Paraguayan first shrine visit of Jaime, then pray at the counter of Jorge, elbows tucked in the stories of his familiarity with the city.
Or magriça that journalist who does not despise a more acute for girls working over the side of Jaime Jorge slide the chips down their throats before visiting the neighboring bar.
Or even that imobilirista, paunchy and tired face, rocks back and forth, without setting up.
His is the only definition undenberg, descending with a chill at the nape.
More or less the same people occupy the underground parking available for Jorge or both sides of the bar Jaime.
The stories, conversations and proposals are also more or less the same.
Also woes, told with tone or whisper scandal headlines.
Or the nasty insinuations about the Brazilian working, long pants or dresses stuck in this territory. The menu is also the same.
Time or another, Jorge runs prove the double Jaime.
In turn, the
Jaime bogs taste for sardines fried Jorge.
Back and forth, the two do not compete, help yourself.
Funny.
Anything funny, they demoralize the teeth of the capitalist machine.
Beautiful Jaime Jorge and living there in the hive shopping center, in the heart of Londrina, feeding families profit from their pubs, face to face.
No grudges. And few differences.
Ah yes, a difference that separates hopelessly: Jaime, Portuguese, twisting his mustache for the Portuguese, for sure. And Jorge, Nisei, will not relinquish the Palms. Are different.
Nilson Monteiro, iondrinense, êjornalista and writer


Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.