Diálogo con la recepcionista del hotel de Frankfurt.
- Hello, I have a reservation for three nights.
- Name, please.
- My name is German.
- Ok, but what’s your name?
- I’ve told you that “my name is German”.
- Yes, I understand, you have a German name, like “Otto “. Do you want me to guess your name?
- No.
- Is this a kind of game?
- No, Sr., I'm telling you that I’m German.
- Really? You don’t look like a guy from Germany.
- No, that’s because I’m from Argentina.
- You have told me that you were German.
- Yes, I’m German but I’m not German.
- Sr. I can’t understand you. Did you use drugs recently?
- Oh, no, please!!! I’m trying to explain you that I’m GERMAN from AR-GEN-TI-NA.
- I thought that Germany was in Europe, not in Argentina…
- YES, OF COURSE IT IS!!!!!
- O.K., we agree. So, could you please TELL ME YOUR NAME!?
- GERMAN!!!!!! GERMAN IS MY NAME!!!!!
- Here we go again! I already understood that you have a German name. Like “Otto “ or like…
- IGNACIO!!! MY NAAAMEEEE IS IGNAAAACIOOOO!!! IGNAAACIO NAVAAAAAAS!!!
- Thanks god. You should have started by saying that! Please, don’t forget your keys, Mr. Ignacio!
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