¿Por qué llamamos “café americano”? No.3

Por qué llamamos “café americano”?

No.1 No.2 No.3 No.4 Editting note


El tercer acto

Los caracteres:
El chico – soldado americano, 25 años. Salió de su tropa y vino aquí para tomar una taza de café.
Edith Piaf – 28 años. Vino al café al lado del teatro para la pausa.
Mesero – un chico francés
Soldado alemán
MP(Policía Militar)
Asistente de Piaf

Café Cyrano en preparación de abrir pronto. Un chico está disputando contra el mesero.

El chico “(con cara amarga) Ey, te digo, que no puedo tomar café así tan amargo” 

Mesero “No sé mucho de tu país, pero es lo nuestro en Francia. Cállate y tómatelo. (murmura a sí mismo) cabrón, entró aquí aunque le dije que estaba cerrado todavia, y luego queja sobre mi cafecito.. ” 

El chico “(monólogo) he tenido sueño de café de Paris. Una guerra se ocurrió. Llegué a Paris después de naufragar por mucho tiempo, y finalmente conseguí una taza, y qué es eso? Es un poquito de líquido negro como infierno, en una taza chiquita como juguete. Me irrita mi lengua, mi garganta como serpiente de cascabel, ¿cómo se puede tomarlo? 

 Ey mesero, podrás diluir un poco este café por favor? Está bien si pones un poco de agua caliente” 

Mesero “Me da igual cómo lo sirven en tu país, pero ES café normal en Francia. Cállate y tómalo, es la mejor taza que te preparé. (murmullo a sí mismo) qué es ese cabrón, mi tienda no está abierta todavía… ” 

Edith Piaf viene de lado izquierdo. Se ve nervioso.Entra rápidamente en el café, ve la discución de los chicos y se para, suspira y se acerca a la meza de ellos.

Piaf  “(monólogo) ay, sabes que odio los argumentos, aquí y allá, en todo lugar.. ¿por qué Uds caballeros son asi tan necios? Eso debe ser la razón de que siempre empiezan las guerras, inbéciles! (al mesero) Pierre, deja la pelea y sirve mi café latte – con mucha espuma. Ay y el cenicero por favor”  

Pierre “Huy señorita Piaf, perdóneme, no quería enojarme así pero este gringo empezó a argumentar que mi espresso con crema genial es amargo o necesita agua caliente o esas tonterías…. “

Piaf “(asoma el gringo, y da la vuelta otra vez al mesero) dale agua caliente, es algo tan difícil? Nonsense. (otra vuelta al gringo y sonrie) pero no puede ser que es por gratis, señor.. verdad? Debe Ud. pagar extra, me imagino ” 

El gringo ” Pues…. claro” 

Piaf “Está de acuerdo. Pierre, puedes servirle una taza de espresso diluido con agua caliente, por favor? Un café latte y un cenicero para mi, y tendrás algo dulce también? 

Pierre “(con respeto) a sus órdenes, señorita. ” 

Pierre sale del lado izquierdo. Piaf se asienta en la mesa del gringo.

Piaf “(sentandose en la silla) está bien si may I join you? Cigarette? ” 

The guy “(embarrassed) no, thank you, I don’t smoke.. ” 

Piaf “Oh, ok” 

Piaf lights a cigarette. Pierre comes in with ashtray, hand it to her, and quickly leaves again.
Silence. Piaf keeps smoking thinking something.

The guy “.. excuse-moi?”   Piaf looks at the guy.
  “Thank you, well, how can I say, I mean, I didn’t imagine coffee in the US and Paris are so different. Indeed, so many countries, so many customs.. ” 

Piaf  “(interested in him a bit) is it the first time to Europe? “

The guy “Yes, only place I know was NY downtown. But now, I’m going through Belgium, heading for Germany”

Piaf  “I see. Trip through Europe.. take care and enjoy. 

   You know, Europe is funny place. We divide such a tiny ground, keep fighting with each other, speaking different languages. Our long long history is nothing because nobody knows how to get along. I don’t know if Germany is evil or France is right, or I don’t care, but it looks people do care about it. For me, I love my sweet Parisian, and kind German soldiers as well, because they are my fan. Am I so wrong?   

You came here from far away and got involved in kids’ fight.. I sometimes don’t know if I should say “sorry” or “thank you”. 

The guy “(smiles) well, I mean….” 

Sudden gunfire of German sub-machinegun from the street.  The guy quickly stands up.

The guy ” MP40! (looks back and says) Hide yourself behind the chair! “

Piaf hides herself behind the chair, and then the flower base on the table comes to pieces. The guy runs toward the right stage (out), and come back to the café bringing (or dragging?)  a German soldier.

Piaf “Oh, Hans! Bad boy, shooting gun on the street is dangerous! What if I get hurted? (to the guy) He has been coming to my concert, till some days ago.  “

The German soldier bows with apologetic gesture.

The guy “(to the German soldier) Hey, you may get away from here, but I looks it’s quite difficult for you German guys to escape from Paris, so I think you’d better not resist and be prisoner, how do you think? “

German soldier nods. The guy recommends him to take seat.

The guy “(Here, it is the best chair made in your country. Just a moment, you need a coffee. (to the waiter) Pierre, can you please give another cup for him? A cup of authentic French coffee, please” 

Pierre “(Showing his face from the kitchen counter) hey, I have no coffee for German bastard, you idiot! ” 

Piaf “(interrupting Pierre) Pierre!!” 

Pierre “But, Ms.Piaf…. dammit, OK, OK… “

Pierre goes back to the counter and prepares drinks, complaining. The guy, Piaf and German soldier, at the table. Piaf smokes the cigarette again. Silence for a while.

The guy “Following what we were talking..” 

Piaf “What were we talking about?” 

The guy “About kids’ fight” 

Piaf “Yeah, right” 

Pierre shows up with drinks.

Pierre “Here it is, Café Latte, and preserved orange peel covered with chocolate. I made this for you, Ms.Piaf.”

Piaf “Oh, thanks, Pierre. I will try it”

Pierre “(to the guy) This is for you. Espresso, diluted in double with hot water. Try it ”

The guy “Thanks. I will pay twice”

Pierre “(to German soldier) I bet you don’t say this is too bitter or strong. French roasted beans, ground very fine, extracted by 9 bar. You know, it is so rare, so drink carefully”

German soldier nods. Pierre goes back to the counter.
The guy starts speaking again.

The guy “I mean, I would never talk with you, or never be with a guy with whom I battled against just now, in the middle of Paris, sitting down on a German stool, drinking coffee, if I had not involved in this kids’ fight. (the guy sips his coffee) Oh, good! (to the counter) Pierre, this is good one! “

Pierre nods in silence.

The guy “(turns round toward Piaf) A German soldier, I met him in Rouen and had nice chat with him, he told me I should go to Moulin Rouge, then I’m here. How can I say, fighting is not good, of course, but it may be possible to get along during a fight, hm, no that’s not, I mean, there definitely should be a way to manage the intercourse, putting this as this or that as that. Germany and France, now you are in crucial point, but I believe you will find a way to live together, with reconciliation of all kinds of regret. ” 

Piaf “..are we reconciled with all regret…?” 

German soldier nods. Piaf drinks up, turns of the cigarette and stands up.

Piaf “Thank you. What’s your name? ” 

The guy “Fred”

Piaf “Fred, you are cool as your name tells, thank you. I think my concern is a bit clear now, too. I will sing that song for the last of today’s show. I have to convince that old man.. Fred, do you have any plan for tonight? I will sing at Moulin Rouge, so how about coming? (to German soldier) I would love to invite you, too, but it seems impossible.. what a pity..”

German soldier shrugs his shoulders. Fred stands up and shakes hands with Piaf.

Fred “Thank you very much, sure!” 

Piaf’s assistant runs into the café from the left stage.

Assistant “Ms. Piaf, I finally find you! The reharsal is starting now! Mr.Francis is getting angry!”

Piaf  “Oh, I should go. (pointing toward Fred) Marie, can you arrange an invitation ticket for the gentleman? (to Fred) so, see you later!” 

Piaf and Assistant leave from the left stage. 2 Military Police guys run into from the right stage.

MP “(to Fred) we got info that a German soldier is caught, is he? “

Fred “Ja, thanks. (to German soldier) I do look forward seeing you in somewhere. ” 

German soldier nods. He and 2 MP leave from the right stage. Fred sits down again.

Fred “Many things happen today… (drinks up his coffee) Yes, nice. Pierre, can you please give me another cup? (monologue, reading the menu card) I think American guys love this week coffee. ” 

Pierre “(preparing coffee) oh dear, so shall I add on our menu? The name should be “American coffee”. Beloved by Americans, deliberately weakened coffee. ” 

Fred “American coffee, not bad! Yeah and rewrite the signboard, US soldiers will rush in! Wait, I will do that ” 

Fred stands up and leaves from the right stage.

Pierre ” (to leaving Fred) Hey, can you add “US dollar OK” too, please! ” 


End

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