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would go out of the hostel to smoke a cigarette , extremely nervous and frantically checking his phone .
“ What the fuck mate ,” I asked him . “ Ronnie . What are you doing ?”
He smiled and showed me an app on his phone , but I had no idea what it meant .
“ My life ,” he explained . “ Is in a racecourse . I love horse racing . I spend my time betting and following the development of the horses I choose .
“ Sometimes I win , sometimes I lose ,” he continued with a constant movement of his body . “ I ’ m a born gambler . I ' m banned from every casino in Ireland . Let me see if the chicken is ready .”
I stood there for a few minutes watching this generous man , totally freaking out , like he was on drugs .
“ I am a sushi chef and I hate sushi ,” added Taka as it was important to the conversation . “ I ' m going to Japan next month . Winter
is coming here and there ' s a lot of snow .”
“ In Japan , there is no snow ?”, I asked myself .
“ Is the chicken ready ?”, Taka asked . “ I love hot food !”
“ Where the fuck did I come to stay ?”, again asking myself a rhetorical question . This place was full of madness . I thought I was a bit unbalanced , but almost all the people here were more so . The rare thing would be to find a “ normal ” human
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