"So, aren’t you going to ask me why I’m puffing," I said to Ricky as I pushed through the apartment door weighed down by my bags.
"Okay," he said. "Why are you so puffed?"
Because I had to run to get away from some guys wanting to either scare me or sell me drugs. I offered as I began to reveal my spoils.
After I had unpacked and calmed Ricky down I explained to him that I was taking photos on my way home from the shops when I noticed some youths hanging out in a doorway. They called out some Spanish to me and then followed me down the street. In hindsight I was completely safe the whole time. Now I think about it I believe that they were worried I might have been taking their photo. Needless to say I now know where to go if I want to purchase something illegal.
We’ve been collecting a little bit of fire wood on the way home from school. Our fireplace is about 40cm deep. Our timber is not. I ducked down to the maestro and asked him if he could cut our last branch into halves. We had a conversation about eucalyptus trees. By conversation I mean that I gave my much used Spanish spiel about eucalyptus trees and he replied with his tongue moving at light-speed. I know that he was talking about timber but the finer details were lost as his words hit Mach 3.
We must be friends though because a little later one of his work mates came up and asked if we could fill his thermos with hot water. I only know this is what he said because he had a thermos in his hand.
Later still the maestro came up with a bundle of firewood, walked in, dropped the timber and left. Most of our conversations with people are like this – we talk and later we learn what we spoke about.