Similar to the Ronda car only the clour was different

Similar to the Ronda car only the clour was different
the Lord Mountbatten Car

sábado, 10 de julio de 2010

Friday 18 June 2010 How I saved my father ... twice Argentine traps

Friday 18 June 2010
como me salva mi padre...dos veces de las trampas argentinas
After came back to Argentina the money became the most and most erratic, then Jorge start to speak how to make money quickly his argument was ¿How many times you was stopped at the customs control) Never was my answer. Only the drug delirious and the financial stress. Could convinced me, try smuggling hashish from Morocco to SpainHe introduced me an Spanish young man and his girl friend an small fat young woman who was the capitalist for the adventure, all the security was based on my grey flannel suit,(!Flannel in Morocco!) the best costume to fool the customs guards making me go through a man business...The only justification for this stupid and childish reasoning was at this time the young who try make a traffic are dressed on Hippy manner and normally they were jailed fifty meters before the entry of the customs office. How stupid we were!!!!With this innocence bordering on mental weakness we go to Morocco in an Volkswagen Van (the most drug-traffic brand) that was a nice travel with two good mates. Arriving to Agadir the Spanish boy came to announcing me “I’ve been stolen" the Business was suspended, take this money to came back to Spain (the exactly amount to reach Marbella) obviously we are follow after Madrid and my father hidden back.Jorge Luis I don't see him never more just 15 years later in Argentina, somebody tell me he was catches for the Madrid police with five kilos Hashish and put in jail at Carabanchel.Quickly I find a job, on a bar on the new Marbella Sporting Harbour, the owner was Tintin Pinzon an andalusian mate, there quickly start friendly relationship with the others commercial shops owner's. After this job I go an sophisticated shop who selling expensive backgammon sets by Hermes and all collection of games to avoid boredom on a luxury ship, there I’m working with a Chilean girl married to young man owner for riding horse place near San Pedro de Alcantara he tell me "How the tourist people are not very numerous why not go every day to take riding horses classes. I accept at the moment and the follow day start my riding classes with rides through "Sierra Bermeja" on back Marbella mountains, that must be a good professor why many years after at the Pereda Farm the owner "Mima" was weighted my riding style. That was a good time and we became good mates. For this days somebody for the Marbella Club coming searching backgammon boards, for make a championship, how the shop where I work don't had this, I proposed build them myself. Then I go to Ronda (neighbour town fifty kilometres) with a drawing and I order the number need. the big problem was the coins to play, obviously I will copy the Hermes coins with central depression to insert our finger for more quickly slide them. Making more quickly the game to. I try with polyester resin (working on my "Hotel La Fonda" bed room" obviously I was completely intoxicated sleeping there. How this failure, finally delivery wood painted coins making for the same carpenter of Ronda. And every body was very happy at the championship.How my income in the sophisticated games shop was really very poor my debt amount with the La Fonda Hotel grow and grow. The director a charming Briton man named Raymond we build a solid friendship and never harass cause my debt. But one day the Spanish Queeny owner Jaime Parladè adviced by an Argentinean Queeny architect "Mario Conio"(Conio in Spanish means vagina) take the decision to send in jail all the debtors guest, me included, and kick-off Raymond how the Hotel director. After three hours on the prison, my Chilean friend came to pay and gave me the freedom. How I was homeless Mademoiselle Libotte proposed me go share a house, I love the idea why we had always a very friendly relationship and she was my neighbour at la Fonda the last time.. One year we live together at "El Abanico" that was the name for the house. We spent time talking in French, painting or just having fun, I think today was a period of teaching hypnotic, I speak a French better as my Spanish, to the end of the summer I start with the idea to open a boutique at Puerto Banus, on the same place where I work all the last summer like a jeans seller man the owners was two French people, and after the season when Puerto Banus became a desert they let me sold the liquidation stock on a cheap shop at the old town. As September or beginning October one of the French shop owners offer me the place of Puerto Banus to rent during the Christmas holydays, then I go to Malaga and I make an society with Solange Laffont the daughter of my friend Gracia Bayo. To day I don't remember where we find the money to financing this new adventure, the result was, we working building dress and clothes with the old sewing makers for the Gracia family, that forced me to be big time at Malaga. We open the shop the 20 December waiting for the luxury Christmas visitors, the oil crisis blast and the 22 we are in Puerto Banus, Solange, Fakir my dog and me, no one tourist came, that was a desert.

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