SUMMARY

Mr Smith lived in the country but he worked in the big city. Every morning he took the same train to get there. One day, a man sitting behind him, that he had never met before, leaned towards him and tapped on Mr Smith's shoulder. The man told him he was leading a very repetitive life: he always took the same train at the same hour, bought the same newspaper and sat on the same seat. Mr Smith turned aroud and asked the man angrily how he could know all that about him. The man answered he took the same train as Mr Smith did and sat on the same seat behind Mr Smith's every day.

SUMMARY

One day I met a man at the bar. He asked me if I had listened to the radio news and I said no. He told me he had listened that a pack of hungry dogs had killed and eaten his best friend. I was shocked! He told me, his friend was working at his olive grove, when a pack of dogs arrived. When the man went into the grove he saw the pack of dogs and bones here and there. All that he had found was his frind's right hand thung. It was in a matchbox and I saw it. The man started crying and went out of the bar without paying the bill. I decided to pay it for him and when I started telling the cash-man that story he laughed. Then he explained me that the matchbox had a hole on the bottom and the thung was the man ones! I couldn't believe him: did that story worth a cup of coffee?