I learned that, if you're as bad as I am at making others understand you can't speak at the moment, you'd better be ready to speak at any time, even if you're on your own and in a situation in which you rarely need to talk to anyone. Better not let some flimsy excuse, like having a monumental cold and not finding any good place to spit a lot of phlegm, prevent your voice from being heard on demand, lest someone ask for directions and you offend them when they can't understand your awkward gestures and you resume walking.
Judging by the way and the language in which he yelled at me, I think I narrowly escaped a beating ... for now.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.