'You have to understand what these people want.'
'So tell me what that is,' the mayor said, defeated.
'Banana pancakes and computers,' Consuela replied. That's what keeps them here,' and she banged the table again with delight. The mayor had only to look around him to see at last that Consuela was right. Dona Consuela's Cyber Kitchen was humming. At last he understood what made the foreigners flock to the far-flung corners of the world. Consuela had the answer: pancakes and computers. These people would happily, willingly and diligently come to the depths of the remotest and primitive regions as long as when they got there they could buy a cup of milky, frothy coffee and spend the rest of their day in a dank smoke-filled room sending messages home.