“Oh... Good morning, dear old man. Look at my damned memory. It's as bad as the apple pie made by Aunt Wala next door. If my uncle Tom is present, I swear he will kick my ass with his little shoes. Oh, yes, I swear. Oh... My damned memory has forgotten where I've been. Can you tell me? I think, for God's sake, you won't refuse, old man. Oh, yes, certainly”