Traduccion Cuento Ingles "From The Inheritance Of Loss"

Saeed had many girls in new york.
"oh mye god! he said. " she keeps calling me and calling me!", he held his head desperately," I do not know what to do!" said omar severely.
i am going crazy. too much sex, man!.
The problem is those dreacklocks, Cut them off and the girls will go. "
But I do not want them to go!"
When pretty girls came to pick their cinnamon buns at the bakery, saeeddescribe the beauty and the poverty of his native Zanzibar, and the american girls compassion grew and grew. How they wanted to save him, to take him home, and make him confortable with good plumbing and tv! How they wanted to be seen down the road with a tall handsome black man with dreadlocks. He is cute, they said, over telephone to theirs friends.
Saeed's first job in America had been at theNinety-sixth Street mosque, where the imam hired him to do the first morning call to prayer for new york muslims, since he had a nice, powerful voice. But before he arrived at work , he started to stop the nightclubs along way to the mosque. disposable camera in pocket, he stood at door of clubs waiting to have photos of himself taken with the rich and famous: mike tyson, yes! he's my brother.naomi campbell, she's my girl. hey, bruce(springsteen)! I am saeed saeed from africa . but don't worry,man,we don't eat white people anymore.
There came a moment when the guards began to let him go inside the clubs.
Although he had a talent with doors, two years ago during an Inmigration Service raid, he had been caught and deported, despite his photos, cheek to cheek, with the best of america. Hewent back to Zanzibar, where he was received enthusiastically as an American, ate like a king, relaxed on the fine , white sand of the beach, and, in the evening, he romanced the girls in Stone town. Their fathers encouraged them to escape through their windows at night and the girls climbed down trees into Saeed's arms. The fathers spied and hoped to catch the lovers in a compromising position.This boy who once had given so much trouble on the street that all the neighbours had contributed to his ticket for America was now, miraculously, a valuable man.The fathers preyed that he was forced to marry Fatma or Salma or Khadija . The fathers tried and the girls tried, but Saeed escaped. The girls gave him kangas for him to remember them with slogans, "memories are like diamonds" and "yourperfume calms my heart", so that when he was relaxing in New York City, he could throw off his clothes and put on his kanga and think of the girls at home.
In two months' time,back he was in america - new passport, new name typed with the help of some dollars by an employee outside the government office. When he arrived at JFK Airport as Rasheed Zulfickar, he saw the same officer who haddeported him waiting at the Inmigration desk. His heart jumped to his ears, but the man did not remember him: Thank God, to whites we all of us blacks look the same!"



Saeed tuvo muchas chicas en nueva york".
Oh Dios de mio! dijo. "ella sigue llamándome y llamándome!", se agarro la cabeza desesperadamente,"no sé qué hacer!", dijo omar severely. Me estoy volviendo loco. mucho sexo, hombre!.El problema son las rastas, las corto y las chicas se irán. "Pero no quiero que se vayan!"
Cuando las chicas guapas venian a recoger sus bollos de canela en la panadería, Saeed describia la belleza y la pobreza de su natal Zanzíbar y la compasión de las chicas americanas crecia y crecia. Cómo querían salvarlo, para llevarlo a casa y lo hacen confortable con buena plomería y tv! Cómo querían servisto por el camino con un hombre negro guapo alto con rastas. Él es lindo, dijeron por teléfono a sus amigos.
El Primer trabajo de Saeed en América había sido en la mezquita de la calle 96, donde el imán lo contrató para hacer la primera llamada de la mañana a la oración para los musulmanes de nueva york, puesto que él tenía una voz agradable y potente. Pero antes de llegar al trabajo, él...