Today I went to the airport to send off my dad. He has been here five weeks, but it has passed like the wind for him. Anyway, the airport is always a weird place, especially after the ravaging practicality of La Paz. There is no exhuberance, no unnecessary garnishes or flourishes of luxury. Everything exists for its strictly utilitarian purpose. And why not?
At the airport, though, one thing astonished me the most. Where the hell did all these white people come from? The brown brown of the city, and the white white of the airport. I have a hypothesis. White people possess a separate sense like the seventh, a fourth eye if you will (the sixth is too psychic and mystical, the third the same...they tend to skip these). They can smell the money. Wherever there is copious amounts of spending to be done, white folk come out of the woodwork to make it happen. Who will buy this 70$ filet mignon? Do not fret good sir, they will be here soon enough. Its almost like they apparate, they congeal from an ethereal mist. Its quite eerie, actually, if you see it happen. But they camoflauge it well, you won´t notice if you aren´t looking for it.
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