| It was a beautiful summer day and I
was taking a walk in the downtown area of Madrid. When I turned a street{{U}} (56) {{/U}}I heard the voice of a lovely Spanish singer{{U}} (57) {{/U}}from a nearby cafe. The music{{U}} (58) {{/U}}me, so I went to the cafe to hear it{{U}} (59) {{/U}}. I sat down at a table near the door. The waiter came over, and I{{U}} (60) {{/U}}a glass of wine. While{{U}} (61) {{/U}}my wine, I listened to the soft music. The{{U}} (62) {{/U}}was a young lady, a little too fat, but{{U}} (63) {{/U}}pretty. A black young man was playing the piano. The waiter returned{{U}} (64) {{/U}}the glass of wine and put it on the{{U}} (65) {{/U}}. I started drinking the wine slowly and{{U}} (66) {{/U}}the other people in the cafe. They were all men{{U}} (67) {{/U}}women seldom go into the cafes in Spain. There were three men{{U}} (68) {{/U}}at a table near mine. I could{{U}} (69) {{/U}}by their accents that one of them was an American, one an Englishman and the third man a{{U}} (70) {{/U}}. The waiter served each of the three men a glass of beer. By chance, each glass had a{{U}} (71) {{/U}}in it. The American picked up his glass, noticed the fly and poured the beer and the fly was thrown onto the floor. The English- man looked into his glass, noticed the fly and{{U}} (72) {{/U}}a spoon, with which he took the fly out of the beer, and drank the{{U}} (73) {{/U}}of it. The stranger noticed the fly in the beer,{{U}} (74) {{/U}}. He picked it up with his fingers, squeezed it carefully in order to save every drop of beer, then drank the beer{{U}} (75) {{/U}}. |