by FERENC IVANICS
The whole thing began when I started to see coconut palm trees all around us. I wanted to buy coconuts somewhere. But they had only green coconuts on sale: too much liquid, too little flesh. But I wanted to have a ripe coconut, to have something crispy and crunchy. But no luck.
One night we stopped at a diner called “Dos Hermanos”, and I spotted a coconut palm right there, full of fresh, ripe fruits. I asked the owner if he could let me have some of those coconuts. He said I could take as many as I wanted. I took three. Prokoro, a local guy peeled the first one for me. It’s a really tough job to peel a coconut, even with a machete. (By the way, everyone here has a machete...)
Next morning I peeled the other two nuts, it cost me half an hour and half a gallon of sweat. We had our coconut-candy, it was sweet and refreshing.
There was a parrot living in a small cage on the yard of the diner. It’s been living there for five years. Birds are symbols of freedom, free mind and soul, we think that it’s a cruel thing to keep one in a small cage. And alone... when its fellow parrots fly around, free. It was a sad sight.
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