it begins with hearing your name yelled at you, really loud, but when you look around to find who had spoken, you see nothing. someone is calling out to you on their level, but you don't know how to listen, nor how to speak.

remember the guy who looked at me like i was one of the tribe but i didn't know it yet. he recognized me as one of them, but knew that i had not yet reached his their level yet [cf the matrix scene where trinity approaches neo: sort of]

mujer: ciao, vago.

hombre: vaga, vaga.

hoy es la vaga general en españa, 20-J como dicen.

segun "el pias":

la jornada de huelga general convocada por los sindicatos mayoritarios CC OO y UGT consideran que el paro está siendo secundado por una amplia mayoría de los sectores de actividad, lo que ha llevado a considerarlo un “éxito”, en palabras de los secretarios generales de CC OO y UGT, mientras el Gobierno dice "que no hay huelga".

dude just walked by singing buffalo soldier by bob marley. he couldn't remember the lyrics, started singing, whoy yai yo, whoy yaiyai yoy, whoy yai yo, wai yai yaiyai yo and then started whisling.

that mother and son team from the hood were looking at some speakers in the street, discarded by the folks from "lolita". he was waring neon-lime-green socks and she was wearing a matching pair of shorts. whoa.