'Sure come in.' says mr. Tadish. I walk a bit unsure up to him and show him the passport. Mr. Tadish takes a quick look and looks back at me. 'Mr. Tailor. What's the meaning of this passport?' says mr. Tadish. 'I don't know. That's why I brought it here.' I looked at my boss. He takes a look at the passport. 'This is some kind of joke, isn't it?' he say in a bash way. 'I don't believe so, the man seemed very serious.' I say a bit unsure. 'Get it checked.' mr. Tadish says and he dismissed me. I went back towards the strange man.
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After mr. Tailor left I began to think. How does it come that he doesn't believe me? Why doesn't he know Taured? Maybe it's little and over shadowed by the big neighbors , it should be regionalize able. And so a went on poundring, till mr. Tailor came back. 'I'd like to take a look at your files.' he says. And I hand him my papers. I hope they are good. 'Your papers seem fine.' mr. Tailor says. And I let out a sigh of relief. ' I need to double check your passport, I'll send a co-worker of mine.' says mr. Tailor after giving my papers back and he leaves again.
a few minutes later a young woman enters the room. 'Hello mister, I'm ms.Donna. Et je parle français bien.*' says the woman called Donna. 'Thank you, but I think it's better if we speak English.' I say. I don't want anymore misunderstandings. 'As you wish sir.' ms. Donna says and she nods.'Let's talk about Taured.'
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Where do you think Taured is located? Please comment
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* Et je parle français bien- And I speak good French.
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The man from taured
AcakOne hot July day in Haneda Airport, Tokyo likely began as just another excessively warm day for the staff at Customs. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of people trotted through the airport without a second glance. That was with the exception of a solitar...
