Father, mother, and daughter saw me to the cab that would take me back to Cambridge. “When I was your age, I didn’t have a penny for the bus, let alone a taxi,” Heather’s father said, handing me a twenty-dollar bill in a clenched fist.
I was caught by surprise and genuinely refused the father’s money. He insisted. Finally, I relented. Poor people refused because their pride was at stake. Rich people accepted money because it was not perceived as charity, but simply as a favor that comes with friendship. A poor person would make a point of repaying the money. The rich man would simply forget.
I accepted, hoping he would mistake me for the second.
(André Aciman, "Monsieur Kalashnikov")
2 comentarios:
¿Me prestas algunos euricos, amigo?
Es que (creo) el truco sólo aplica con quien sí los tiene, amigo.
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