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Составить 5 разных вопросов к тексту на английском языке и подготовить краткий пересказ текста на английском языке. A free lunch 'Good morning, gentlemen. I am Cardosa, at your service!' The group he was addressing were all women, but that did not bother Cardosa. He was proud of the Englishhe had learned as a youngster. He spoked rapidly, smiling all the time as he did so. Unfortunately, he rarely understood what was said to him, but this did not bother him either. The women stared at him, not sure if he was an official or a madman. 'Welcome to Lubango. Welcome to the Grand Hotel. Anything you want, ask Cardosa!' The leader of the group decided he must be an official. 'We are here for the conference, Comrade er...' 'Cardosa. C-A-R-D-O-S-A. I am an Angolan citizen. Welcome!' She looked at him. He was clearly a European, probably one of those Portuguese who had stayed on after Independence. 'We are here for the conference.' 'Ah yes, a beautiful country,' said Cardosa with another broad smile. The women were from North Korea and weren't confident of their English. They didn't know if they had not understood him, or if he did not understand them. 'North Korea,' said the leader uncertainly. 'We have come for the Trade Union Congress.' Cardosa smiled again. He recognised the word 'congress'; it was almost the same word in Portuguese. 'Ah yes, the Congress! Please follow me, gendemen.' The women looked at each other and then at Cardosa. He spread his arms out. 'Do not worry! I know the way. I will take you to the conference room.' He led the way and the women, having no better alternative, followed him. He kept up a conversation over his shoulder as he walked. 'Pleased to meet you. How are you? Anything you need? A taxi, cigarettes, eat, drink ... just ask Cardosa.' 'We are the North Korean delegation,' the leader said. 'Who are you?' 'I am very well,' replied Cardosa. 'Are you our guide?' He looked at his watch. It no longer worked, but it looked good on his wrist. 'Eight-thirty!'he said confidently. The leader looked at her colleagues and shook her head. He showed the delegates into the conference room and bowed low. 'Goodbye. See you later, er, comrades.' When they came out at the end of the morning session, Cardosa was waiting for them. 'Good! You have talked, now you must eat. Follow me.' As he led them towards the dining-room, the leader tried again. 'Are you a government official, Comrade Cardosa?' 'Very good. Yes, the food here is very good. You will enjoy it!' He sat next to die leader at the long dining-table which had been laid specially for them. 'This', he said, holding up something grey on the end of his fork, 'is a local speciality, bacalhau. Codfish.' He spoke as if he had personally caught it that morning just for diem. 'It looks very good,' said the leader. 'I do, too,' he said. The leader shook her head again. She was glad when the lunch was over. It was a good lunch, though, and Cardosa went for a sleep in his taxi when the women went back to their conference. A couple of weeks later, a delegation of Cuban women arrived in Lubango for the Women's Health Congress. As they walked into the hotel on the first morning, a funny little man came to greet them, a big smile on his face. ‘Good morning, gentlemen. I am Cardosa, at your service!’ His taxi business made very little money, but Cardosa certainly knew how to get a free lunch.