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I only arrived yesterday but sometimes I don't know what I'm doing in New York.
A guy from Venezuela came to me while I was watching the baseball players train in Central Park and ask me if I liked baseball. I told him I though it was the first time I've seen it other than in TV.
He began to walk with me and ask me a thousand questions about how was life in Spain. He wouldn't stop talking and I was rather quiet -I usually don't like strangers joining me on my walks! We stop to sit down and he offered to massage my feet; I said no, thanks. Then I offered him a cigarette and he refused, he said he would go and get a drink while I had my cigarette; but he didn't come back.
