But now they for some reason were not driving. Why? They mended the caravan. Damn all impostors who sell goods and do not know a thing about prices of broken machines! If they fixed high prices, it would be clearly seen that the car is worn out and you should not buy it… But they are so silly and insecure and there is no drop of Jewish in them! They fix the low price and suppose, “Here is a dignified family of indigenous Argentines who decided to say goodbye to their loyal friend and give him a chance to work for the benefit of others.” Naturally! They gave machines a chance to work for others! It does not matter, as Luisian at long last knew that his father lived in France.
And here is the denouement, my dear friends, is it not? Nothing of the kind. Not yet, seemingly. But all right. So his father lived in France (after all, Luisian arrived to a decision to work as a Ded Moroz only on account of looking for his father when going to various houses. And then he could imagine a simpler and more achievable goal, the one which would not do harm neither him nor the deed—he sparkled with his eyes much). While the tipsy chief and he were repairing a dead carburetor, Luisian suddenly learned in an informal conversation where his father was. “Yet why did his father leave him?” you ask again. And that is a good question once more! You are like the tax inspectorate or… What am I, however? His father simply did not know that he had a son since his future bride did not reveal the details upon parting. But he, he was calmly sitting there, under his caravan somewhere in Argentina or already Brazil, and mending the carburetor when his passport, where the age of twenty-five is filled in fell out of his front shirt pocket. Why, then, the chef of drunken bulls was aware of his father? Happy coincidence? Is it a fairy tale? No, no! Simply, everything is simple. That boss of drunken bulls used to live in one provincial town in France with a mayor. That mayor was Luisian’s father. They arrived in Costa Rica with no trouble and bowed to each other. Luisian gifted his camera to the chief, and the chief gave him the keys to the caravan. The chef did not step back, for he loved to control the animals and settled down in Costa Rica where he became a manager of the crocodile farm. :) What a human! Dauntless! Luisian sailed back home selling the caravan to one local Costa Rican, which made him a bit rich to buy some fuel. And that was he now, in Paris, France, walking… He was wearing a heel-length fur coat, as he decided to call to mind the old days feeling sad because there was no money for a ticket, and his father was due to leave his provincial town to reign in some South French colony where it was hot, yet was no connection… Daybreak caught Earlyborn at the window of an ancient house, pondering about that tiny human at the footing of the Eiffel Tower.