Obama is already in the Oval Office. Well, is what many wanted. I confess that yesterday when I saw him get off the tank car could not help imagining a bloody scene. Perhaps because it brings together many political virtues that frighten the American white power. I imagined a slow, incredulous, staring, after finding that life was slipping by a bullet hole in the side. I also saw his wife, screaming, running towards her husband, ready to cover with his hands the deadly wound.
But nothing happened. Breathe easy, almost as quiet Barak. I greeted my roommate, in the manner of the presidents: stretched arm, wrist and repeated spins a professional smile from ear to ear, showing all the teeth. Suddenly, I realized that these things are learned. I went out to do a field study. I stood at a stoplight, I steeled myself and walked across the zebra crossing waving as Don Juan Carlos. From a taxi heard more than a greeting, however, the general reaction was polite.
As if by magic, the crowd was spellbound and I felt like the Pied Piper. Shortly after starting with my stupid smile and greet my endless underwent a transformation. Pedestrians must have thought I was someone important, no do these things because. I asked some people and some autographs, and many people swirled around me and did not know where he was. I started to get scared.
tried to explain to everyone that it was a joke but there was no way, workmen me confused with a building contractor and I saw their faces was not serving reasons. I thought, "what kind of world do we live?, I will inflate hosts to greet and smile at people!". I started running and the crowd behind me. Riot police appeared. Some young people started burning containers and organized a battle. In the end, I could free myself from my pursuers. I came home and collapsed on the sofa. I thought again: "Who's telling me to do these things?, My son, I said to myself, let the infinite health and goofy smile to the professionals." How true.
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