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Homer's (the blind man's) poetry as seen by the waiter "Iliad XVII"
Chinatown ...where cigarette smoke used to hang above the tables. The law had changed now cigarette-smoke sneaked in from the door. ...where the smell of fish, burned oil, stale beer and sour wine mixed with the sweat-stains on the men's shirts. ...where the few women smelled just like the place, fishy, rancid oily sweaty bodies nowhere to go. The past-time the future, the future past as time past into past past... ...where Mexican music was playing and Spanish songs were sing-sung ... ...there she looked different, had an accent, an air of authority followed her. ...there she smelled different, it wasn't the shower talcum. ...there the field worker next to him said: "A cop, passing off as a hooker!" Loud enough and every body knew. ...where word traveled fast in Chinatown.
02/19/07 helmut s author of the Hospitality Skills CD ..and the world's largest restaurant menu site in the making... ...Africa, Americas, Asia, Australia, Europe , Middle East...
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