Roma 26 August 1983 The Manager YMCA Hotel London, England Dear Signore Direttore! Now I am a- tella you a story how I was a treated at your Hotella. I am comma from Roma as tourist to London and stay as a younga Christien man at your Hotella. When I comma in my room I see there is no shiт in my bed. How can I sleep with no shiт in my bed? So I calla down to receptione and tella: - I wanna shiт. They tella me: - Go to toilet. I say: - No, no. I wanna shiт in my bed. They say: - You better not shiт in your bed, you sonnawabitch. What is a sonnawabitch? I go down for brekfast into ristorante. I order bacon and eggs and two рissеs of toast. I getta only one рiss of toast. I tella waitress, and pointa to toast: - I wanna рiss. She tella me: - Go to toilet. I say: - No, no. I wanna рiss on my plate. She then say to me: - You вlооdy hella not рiss on the plate, you sonnawabitch! Second person who do not even no me calla me sonnawabitch! What is a sonnawabitch? Later I go for dinner in your ristorante. Spoon and knife is laid out, but no fock. I tella waitress: - I wanna fock. And she tella me: - Sure, everyone wanna fock. I tella her: - No, no. You dont understand me. I wanna fock on the table. She tella me: - You sonnawabitch wanna fock on the table? Get your аss out of here. So I go to receptione and ask for bill. I no wanna stay in this hotella no more. When I have paid the billa, the portier say to me: - Thank you and peace on you! I say: - Well, рiss on you too, you sonnawabitch. I go back to Italy. I never more comma stay your hotella no more, you sonnawabitch. Sincerely Enrico Morelli.
Roma 26 August 1983
The Manager YMCA Hotel London, England
Dear Signore Direttore!
Now I am a- tella you a story how I was a treated at your Hotella. I am comma from Roma as tourist to London and stay as a younga Christien man at your Hotella. When I comma in my room I see there is no shiт in my bed. How can I sleep with no shiт in my bed? So I calla down to receptione and tella:
- I wanna shiт.
They tella me:
- Go to toilet.
I say:
- No, no. I wanna shiт in my bed.
They say:
- You better not shiт in your bed, you sonnawabitch.
What is a sonnawabitch? I go down for brekfast into ristorante. I order bacon and eggs and two рissеs of toast. I getta only one рiss of toast. I tella waitress, and pointa to toast:
- I wanna рiss.
She tella me:
- Go to toilet.
I say:
- No, no. I wanna рiss on my plate.
She then say to me:
- You вlооdy hella not рiss on the plate, you sonnawabitch!
Second person who do not even no me calla me sonnawabitch! What is a sonnawabitch? Later I go for dinner in your ristorante. Spoon and knife is laid out, but no fock. I tella waitress:
- I wanna fock. And she tella me:
- Sure, everyone wanna fock.
I tella her:
- No, no. You dont understand me. I wanna fock on the table.
She tella me:
- You sonnawabitch wanna fock on the table? Get your аss out of here.
So I go to receptione and ask for bill. I no wanna stay in this hotella no more. When I have paid the billa, the portier say to me:
- Thank you and peace on you!
I say:
- Well, рiss on you too, you sonnawabitch.
I go back to Italy. I never more comma stay your hotella no more, you sonnawabitch.
Sincerely
Enrico Morelli.