“Do you speak a little English?” Said the Irishman at the door.
“Yes, I am English”
“Well if you can manage a little English we should be fine”
“Would you be interested in a little tarmacadum? for the road there”
“I was wandering when you would show up” I laughed, “unfortunately it’s not my road, it belongs to the town”
“It’s not yours but surely it’s part of the land!”
“It looks that way but it isn’t.” I continued, “I know that the mayor is looking at road works at the moment why don’t you go to the town hall and offer to tender for the work”
“They tend to be fond of the paperwork at the town hall, that all takes time.”
“What about dese fellas down here” he said indicating the Huerta at the bottom of the nearby field
“The house is owned by an elderly Catalan couple who don’t speak English. However that’s were the town hall are considering the road works; but you need to go through the system.”
“I could just have a quick word with them down there about the road; we don’t need to worry about the paperwork.”
“How come you are in this neck of the woods” I asked.
“Oh we come through this area every year about now, just doing the farms like” he replied before adding “I’m looking for an old English car if you‘ve got one, don’t mind if it’s a ringer.”
He gave me the number of a mobile he was currently using, to contact him if I found any work for him.
“Who shall I ask for?” I enquired.
He seemed to be considering this, as he wrote 'JoHn' on the piece of paper.
It was as if he was writing his name for the first time.
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