In my country there is a bar, one of the bars of my country, and today I was there that I drank a cup of coffee with his elbow leaning on the counter, like the cool films in the United States. I was chatting with the bartender about this and that and how, despite the cold, my face was damn ergonomic, when he entered a madman. In my country there are many crazy people, says it is tradition that once, some five years ago, a crazy old was also mayor of my country, because all the crazy people had joined and had created this list (in alliance with the Social Democrats) who took control of the City, transforming it into a funny watering. And the crazy one Today in the bar, is famous because the country claims to know all the verses of the birds to imitate existing and whistles constantly saying phrases that do not understand well. Log in and tells the owner of the bar that is all happy because he had just seen two police cars stop, "a Moroccan and a black man" and take them away.
"Less than two!" cried the fool.
And I thought that his sentence ("a Moroccan and a Negro") was very important because it is not racism, it's color.
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