Santo Domingo #2

Santo Domingo, Zona Colonial, Calle El Conde.

You go through a place not too advantaged (no need to be another country) and see a middle aged guy who dresses much better than the people around. It’s just his long rolled ironed sleeves amongst all that sweaty t-shirts but you let out the prejudice that he is a small cacique. You listen how she asks the drink with a kind of overwhelming politeness and how he treat the waitress with some certain kind paternalism that envelops an old machismo, then the young waiter, with a military camaraderie that underlines who is not the private… and you think that you have seen that scene before, and that sadly you were not wrong.