A policeman (is it my imagination or are policemen REALLY getting younger?)…anyway… a policeman came up and asked us all our nationality. Europeans to the right, Rest of the World to the left. I thought he was organising a spontaneous football game or something. We, the Europeans, entered first. And after all the paperwork the civil servant told me it wold be about a year before I get my new card.
Talking of Europe, do you know what European paradise is ? I’ll tell you.
In my country we don’t have identity cards. Only criminals have to give their fingerprints. If a policeman stops you in my country and you don’t have any identification he has to make a choice. Arrest you or let you go. To arrest you he must have some evidence that you have committed a crime. If not, you can take HIM to court (un juicio). He has no right to know your name or your address if you haven’t done anything wrong. The Spanish system seems the wrong way round to me.
Another thing that seems strange to me is Spanish Omelette—tortilla de patata. Don’t you ever get BORED with it? Everywhere I go there are these big, yellow chunks of omelette.
Actually, there are quite a lot of things I find odd about Spain:-
Pigs’ legs hanging in bars.
All films on TV are dubbed
Everyone talks at the same time.
Traffic police have whistles. – Why? They’re in the middle of the road!!! You can’t miss them!!
Children are allowed to be noisy in public.
Bank workers don’t wear ties.
TV adverts last an eternity.
People live with their parents until they get married.
People who don’t go to church give their children a First Communion.
Old women with umbrellas are not seen as dangerous weapons.
Shopkeepers ask the customers ‘Hola ¿Que hay?’— (Don’t they know? It’s THEIR shop!)
Books are criminally expensive.
Schoolchildren have so many extra-curricular activities.