There was
a german staying in the hotel. He is I am guessing about 70. He was born in Germany but now lives in Florida. Looks like he has been marooned. His hair is long
and gray and curls up slightly where it meets his neck,, as if he might have beem a famous
pianist. He is quite lean and has a penchant for lounging about and sleeping in
his underwear, without the curtain drawn, the window wide open, and the light
on all night. He walks with his head slightly uplifted giving him a certain
aire,,, European,,,, aloof,, serious,, cynical given the little we have
conversed, inflated and a bit intolerant, (I call him Kaiser Scnitzel). He used
to live in Tenancingo 25 years ago. He returned on the breath of a memory,, to relive a past,, of cheap whores,mescal, and few restrictions I imagine. Florida must seem like a straight jacket after a while. He even asked the incredulous nightwatchman to get him a prostitute as if it were common practice back then. He is perpetually displeased,, perhaps disappointed that the memory didn't meet his expectations.
Living in
Tenancingo 25 years ago probably helped to fuel his intolerance, especially with servants. Certain people in Mexico will treat their servants like chattel. I am sure this trait is music to one with the attitude of a conquistador. To him I am both a manager and a servant so I receive mixed treatment. He reminds me of Klaus Kinsky
in Aguirre Wrath Of God, but without the helmet. Schnitzel came back to Tenancingo to
get his teeth fixed. Dental work here is a fraction of the cost in the
States.
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