annac, right next to the pharmacy we had a set of colourful characters selling food...
at 5 am cholera would arrive. he had a name but i called him cholera because he stand was something from contagion movie. he could singlehandedly kill entire POP with just one meal. he made chuletas, pasta with some reddish sauce and boiled bananas. breakfast, in other words. if a chuleta fell on the ground he'd pick it up, wipe in his pants and drop it into boiling oil.pants looked like sleek black tubes, stiff from the dirt and oil... he'd sell out by 8 am thou.
in the early afternoon he was replaced by middle aged lady who'd fry slices of batatas and berenjena, served wrapped up in a napkin and dipped in ketchup. she'd sell out just in time for pollo man to arrive, who sold fried chicken with tostones and worked until 10 or 11 pm.
they all had lots of clients. and they all barely made a living.
Dominicans are such pros at this.. My chicken guy on Don Pedro in Santiago buys 200 whole chickens a day from Pollos Cibao.. I estimate he makes about 50 pesos per chicken sold, so that's 10k a day in profit.. He never has a penny to his name and looks like he's wearing the same clothes from 1980.
The truth is there is only two realities, he either spends all his money on booze/lotto, or he is building himself a mansion slowly and just telling everyone he doesn't make a time so they don't try to leech off of him all day. The trick to staying rich as a dominican is by trying to convince everyone you don't have anything so they don't come looking for you. There's a good that's dominican video on this somewhere, I usually don't agree with that'sdominican much because he only describes barrio mentality usually, but the dominican idea of hiding how well you are doing is spot on.
This is the reason people think doctors in the DR slave away for 20k pesos a month and drive a paid off 50k USD SUV.. LOL