Chapter 18 showers

The old people sat around a table, ignoring the chattering TV announcers behind them. right!What they need is the past, the memory that supports the past... while the announcer often reminds you of the unfortunate future. The waiter who has been waiting for a long time... He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this, so he lit a cigarette and thought to himself... [Spain is really good, people who don't smoke here have no status at all...] Maybe it's past lunch time!The waiter was busy cleaning up the mess. The sound of pots and pans echoed the sudden thunder outside the window, what a montage.

A small town is a settlement surrounded by a siege. Cars have to enter through the city gate and exit through the city gate. There's only room for the next car on every street (as in every small town). He ate a potato omelette, which was a little salty. The rain outside the window suddenly started to fall, like a thunderstorm in the afternoon... After a while...the rain stopped again, he thought...this is probably the annual rainfall of this small Mediterranean island. After the rain stopped, the old people started talking again. They were old matadors!But it seems that he only dared to speak loudly after the rain stopped...