They say that in Valladolid they speak the purest Spanish. And apparently it’s powerful as well as pure.
From the Castilla y León pages of El Mundo, the headline: “Una pareja de sexagenarios desarma a un atracador en su portal sólo con palabras”.
The story begins:
El poder de la palabra es inmenso, pero no sólo en sentido figurado. Solamente con ese arma, una pareja sexagenaria logró desarmar al atracador que trató de robarles cuando entraban en el portal de su vivienda en […] Valladolid.
It seems that he tried to rob them at knife point and they talked to him calmly until they could get the navaja away from him, then took him for a coffee at the bar next door. I can so imagine my father doing that.
I wish the story had a happy ending, but I’m not convinced.
A friend of the couple saw what was happening and called the police. Five cop cars turned up at the bar, “detuvieron al atracador” handcuffed him and took him off to the police station. Then “también pidieron que les acompañaran las dos víctimas.”
If it had been my father, I’m pretty sure he’d not have wanted to press charges against the ladrón, and he wouldn’t have been amused by the police intervention. I wonder what the couple thought.
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