Lunches - Almuerzos (Julio Cortázar, Cronopios y Famas)
Lunches
In the Cronopios' restaurants this kind of things happens, namely that a Fama ask with deep concentration a steak with fries, and the Fama is dumbfounded when the Cronopio-waiter asks how many fries he wants.
-How "how many"?- shouts Fama- You must bring my fries, and that is all, what a fuck!
-Here we offer seven, thirty-two or ninety-eight portions fries - explains the Cronopio waiter.
Fama meditate on a moment, and the result from his meditation is to say to Cronopio:
-Look, my friend, go to hell.
For Famas's surprise, Cronopio follows his command immediately, that means, Cronopio disappears as he was blown by the wind. Of course, Fama will never know where the hell is located, and probably Cronopio neither, but anyway, the lunch is far from being a success.