Chapter 19
“Fucking
aliens!!” Carlos buffed the minute he entered in the library that
afternoon.
“E.T. Refused to go on a date
with you? The thing has taste, no doubt,” Julian said without
rising his eyes from the pile of books he was cataloguing.
“Arabs, Moroccans or any
other camel-fuckers! Don't play dumb with me!”
“Look, I haven't seen Ahmed
in a long time. If you have a problem with him, well, solve it!”
“Not that fucker! The ones
who destroyed MY fence!”
“Your fence?” Julian asked
incredulously.
“Yes, the fence I built. One
of those fuckers wrote something on it! I'm going to kill them!” He
shouted getting his own mobile phone to show the outrageous photo.
“Look, you idiot! The wood is ruined beyond repair!” he howled
now.
“Sounds more like you were
going to marry it,” mumbled Julian as he took the mobile in his
hands.
The picture was very clear.
Someone had deeply engraved with a woodburning stick a series of
words-letters in an unknown language on the fence.
