Hotel in Granada, Spain. Of the Russians only we and my mother and daughter. The daughter speaks very tolerantly English, her mom only speaks Russian, a typical Cuban granddaughter aunt, a weight center, a chest-sponge, a voice like a valkyrie.
There were some Germans in the room at night. All the neighbors went to them in turn to reassure, at the request of the port, they quieted for a maximum of ten minutes, all the neighbors on the floor in turn went to reassure, then spit on the matter. The Cuban ladies have returned. After knocking on the door, I think the German tint was squeezed, then in the open door was said by the voice of a Jericho tube with a Cuban accent: Shadap! Sit in style! The sleepless! Good is found! On this, apparently, the stock of English words was exhausted, because the lady added: Blade!" and went to the room. No one has heard of the Germans.