No. of people in the scene : Five
Mexico (male). Argentina(male). Uganda (female). India (male). Barcelona (male).
Kampala (motioning to Mexico): Are you going for the party tonight.
Mexico (shaking off the daze): Ya. Ya. Are you?
mexico: No. Why?
Kampala: I don’t celebrate Halloween. I dont understand it
Mexico: it’s halloween. there is nothing to understand
Cut. Cut. cut. cut. Repeat Line
Mexico: You don’t need to understand halloween. it’s a celebration.
Kampala: Excatly. A celebration of what? I am not even trying to be religious about this. all am saying i want to know what am celebrating before I celebrate it.
Mexico: Oooh, Come’on. every body knows about halloween. It’s like McDonalds. Don’t you have No McDonalds in Uganda?
Mexico: yes you do.
Kampala: No…. (under her breath; and thank god for that!)
And to more Treat and Tricks… I NOW KNOW WHO MY DADDY IS!
But before I announce – with much pleasure and stimulation- my daddy’s name and title (ha-ha!) I would like to present the “How I Found Out”.
Book title; The art of looking sideways by Allan Fletcher…. no better place like this, for a girl to find her D.A.D
Part 2. the “story” there in:
Nasrudin the Mullah was sitting
with a friend as dusk fell.
“Light a candle”; the friend said, “there is one
just by your left side!”
“How can I tell my right from left in the
dark, you fool?!” said the Mullah.
Nasrudin the Mullah is birthed me!
and finally, in the fake halloween spirit, i give you it;
Happy November you’all