mirandese

It all begun more than a week earlier after a hot phone call between Peter and Ofélia preparing for their encounter in Cancun.

For that full afternoon Peter even tried to get the help of a boy, but to no avail.  Castro was refusing to walk.

Peter talked to him:

-Listen... Castro... I cannot find a female companion for you in the Pampas... no way... Here there are only bulls...bulls!...no donkeys...

Castro would lower his eyes, there was also resentment in them, and he wouldn't walk.

-There are no asses in the Pampas, Castro!... the only ass that I could bring here on a call to play golf with you is Meadow but... fortunately...he is still in Buenos Aires...enjoying himself...

Castro remained moveless. Peter started to implore him:

-Please... Castro...please walk...soon Meadow will catch us... and we will spend the rest of our lives in prison...Have you heard about Argentinian prisons?... Much worse than Brazilians' ... far worse than Carregueira and Jews Valley...Please...Castro...just walk!...

It took Peter ten days to have the idea that would persuade Castro:

-Castro...Listen to me ... I am deadly serious... Argentinian donkeys don't know what is good in life...When I get back home... I'll send you a nice ... divinely white... beautiful... mirandese female-donkey... for you to make love with...You will have children... you will raise a family ...you will be happy for the rest of your life!...

After hearing this, Castro slowly raised his head, a little smile appeared in his eyes, for a moment he seemed to dream, and he started to walk.