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Budapest by Roberto_Yanguas
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I’ll tell a tale to you: One day we go to Ibercaja to change our euros for forints. And… It’s our time. I’ll describe the situation: Ibercaja’s Central Bank in Logroño. In front of us a counter, and behind it, one kind employer with about 35 year old more or less, dark-haired and smiling.ç
-Hello, you see, we have came here to pick up some forints- Oh, yeah, one moment. The employer raise, she approach to a box, take one envelope and come to us- We’ll see…- She start to count the notes. Everybody knows the notes are grouped ten to ten, but the kind employer put them on the table, spread them and start. Olga and me see ourselves.-5, 10, 15, 20,…60…- ehmmm, more, mmm, I don’t remember…- Take the notes that are counted already, ok… 5, 10, 15, 20…- She use the calculater, Olga and me are seeing ourselves already. She watch them and she doesn’t seem happy. She knites one’s brow. She see us, Open her mouth but… She doesn’t speak. She count them again. Ten minutes later Olga and me were really surprised. The employer takes the 5000 notes (watch out: 5000) and starts: 500 (other note), 1000 (second note) and when she arrives to ten stops. She raises her head and strenghten: Somebody has had one mistake. I see her eyes and tell:- Sorry… the las notes you were counting were 5000 notes, not 500. And answer me:-That’s ok!, of 5000. Olga says: That’s ok! 5000 x 10 = 50000. -Ohhh!!! It’s true… Read the rest of this article…





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