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Black English Teacher going to Wroclaw [247]
I don't think Wroclaw already forgot the negroe diskjockey who stabbed a few drunk Polish guys because they said some things he didn't like.
People need to learn when to shut their mouths. If they took a swing first, they got everything they deserved. Lots of people here shy away from provocation, I appreciate the more direct approach.
BTW, here's an article on the situation. It's a bit dated, but still relevant.
Club protection frowned upon by blacks musicians; Kenneth already knows what it means when someone says: monkey, bamboo, *****. He complains to the boss, and the boss says: - Come on, you are the problem
It starts simply, step by step, slowly, because For what the rush. Sounds of the street, growling cars, clicking heels; as usual, walk like everyone else. And then, after a minute, maybe five, you enter, against the will and quite unintentionally, in the corridor of sounds and words inaudible to others, because they do not apply to them.
- Oh, look, my son, walking Bambo. So black as our little dog.
- The monkey took he. To the zoo, you prick.
- See you, *****.
- Chimpanzee and says.
- Asphalt.
- Do you want a banana?
