So it is a lazy, rainy, slow, small-town, Sunday afternoon here in the interior. I just went to one of the few places open, a Chino restaurant, for a pizza and some beer to go. I walk into the place, the owner, his wife, and their little 5yr old son is working. Everybody seems relaxed, the little boy has a small paper airplane he is tossing back and forth with his dad, life seems good. I walk up to the counter, smile at the 1 meter tall, 20-25Kilo, 5 yr old Chino throwing the paper airplane with dad (the owner) and doesn't the little b*stard smile back, ball up his fist, and punch me directly in the jewels. The owner tells his son not to do that and I asked the owner if my pizza if free today (hell no, not even a discount)? I ordered my pizza, walk off the impact, came back, sat down, watched a couple of cross-dressers walk in and out, watched somebody drive down main street the wrong way, park, hit the atm, get back in his car and keep driving the wrong way. For all of you new and aspiring expats, welcome to your new "normal".


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