I love them, but they can’t walk

Every time we go somewhere, usually to buy lunch or to the Deli for some quick snack or whatever, they walk like they’ve shit themselves.

Domingo is dragging his flip flops as slow and firm to the ground that if it was hotter they’d stick (secretly pray for heat), Rogario just follows the same pace and doesn’t take any kind of decisions and I think Thea is the worse of the lot. If you meet two people on a narrow street and you realize it’ll be too tight to trim all of you by at once, you pause to walk behind her, on a line for the next few meters, until you’ll continue walking side-by-side again.

Unfortunately so does Thea. So instead of a slick, smooth continuous walk at the same pace the whole walk is stopped. And you stand there, still. Looking – feeling – like a fool until you actually have to tell her; sometimes even give her a push to start walking again. Said this, I haven’t even mentioned Mr. Manana, Aramique. Nothing is in any pace for him ever. Like a walking weed-pill. Astonishing.