Lento

In Spain, nothing goes fast, even at a rather acceptable speed.
You know, after two years of being here, they attached our names to the office entrance. However, seems that they forgot to update the data bank, you know. The names belong to the people who left here more than a year ago. Then perhaps our names will be added next year. Exactly when we are leaving.

Las cosas van lento aqui en españa. Tranquilo...

Arrival

I came to Barcelona two years ago. I had a connection in Paris but missed the flight due to the tight schedule. After arriving in BCN, I started to look and search for my name to see if someone is there to pick me up (In fact, they told me so). Nobody was waiting...



- "Thanks God, my iranian mobile works here. Lets call my colleague", I told myself, and called him.



- I was there waiting for you. But as you missed the flight, could not wait anymore. Now you can take a taxi to this address: ....



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After reaching the destination:



- The taxi driver told me that he does not know the address. So he was moving along the street, turning...

- He fooled you. I'm sure he knew. He has been moving just to charge you more...