Claure Federico Pinedo was a typical only child of two lawyers, Caucasian, blond, tall, educated and without personality. When I was fourteen, I liked it because it was nice and quiet, because smoking and because he always lent the car to make me look for my house to get ice cream or go to the lake to pretend that we wanted to have sex, although after a few kisses (mouth, the rest of the face, neck) for some reason both were losing momentum and we started to talk about school and our future. Federico belonged to a group of people with a terrible failure, which rarely gives importance: did not know what he liked. While it was clear I was delirious, raving, with the idea of \u200b\u200breading a lot of hard things, and speak many languages \u200b\u200band look very smart in front of important people, he gave the same to be a lawyer to put a grocery store, attend a business or made any ski instructor, which is why his parents finished high school he was sent to the University of El Salvador to study law. By then we already had a long time since we were dating and I do not smoke or drink cold. The truth is I do not remember why we broke up. Moreover, I think we did not even break up the conversation. As I recall, the thing just faded, let's say hello to peck at school, we stopped calling, stopped looking to go to the lake. Something became meaningless, but no one cheated, no one was, no one left.
Time passes, I move, do what I can to try to get closer to what it used to rave at fourteen, improved in some ways and worsened in others but, overall, I start to feel safe increasingly secure in more places and more types of people.
Nine years later I'm in Buenos Aires on the occasion of a concert that happens on a Tuesday or Wednesday, but I have money and nothing else to do and decide to stay a few days. On Thursday I meet a couple of those semi-locals chat friends and go to a concert in Victoria Mil in a small theater where it's very hot and do not sell anything to drink. Nobody but me is complaining. It seems to be normal. People re Pimp to go there, come, sit, see the band and leaves. Over the show quite good indeed, I hope to make a decision premises, go somewhere else to get drunk or get into Niceto club for example, but the thing is not defined. So I think at parties often arm themselves quickly here in this wet and nasty people almost by force embedded in the middle of the jungle. The strange.
After forty minutes in the door, I dedicate to smoke a bit and try to talk (although I'm really looking mustaches engrossed giant of all those young people who have just left and platinum Melenita of girls who at some point I'll stop trying to look like), nothing happens. We walked to the corner and we said goodbye until the next day. And single, I cross a street stock and, following the indication of my semi-friends chat Buenos Aires, I hope the 86 in the stop. I do not know at what point did the two in the morning. The group arrives at once, is almost empty and at a speed that makes me panic. I climb and spend a couple of uncomfortable minutes putting coins in a machine can not understand. Way almost to the bottom and I collapse into a seat either. Then I recognize the moon, but I get the boluda and look out the window repeatedly since, well, I have fear of getting out in the wrong place. The moment, however, comes quickly, Federico Pinedo Claure says my name and I have to turn your head and make me surprised. He already is rising and sitting in the seat next to me free. It gives me a kiss on the cheek and afraid. "You'll notice that I have ruined her hair and weight as ten kilos more? But since you're talking about naturally from how long since we've seen, I relax a little, stop thinking about me and the can cause bad impression, so I can watch it. Scruffy, my grandmother would say, a grungy, my mother would say, hippie, I say, and the worst connotations. Several rings, a cowboy on his knees broken. Long hair. _
And you como andas? They said that studying history.
_If, yes, study history. _Contesto Although I'm trying to remember who the character is painted in white on his black shirt.
_Yo also studied history. Since I graduated. _Dice With some pride that those who no longer are students and this time I have to fake my surprise.
_Que well, but did not study law, in private?
_Nah in the end I got here, I met people there just grosísima and sent to my old shit and decided to enroll in the UBA. And the truth was the best I could do in my life. Knowing the history lets you build a better present, right?
_Claro.
_Ahora come from a meeting with the group, you know, we are organizing literacy campaigns in villages and elsewhere in the suburbs.
_Ajá, good. _It Subcomandante Marcos. _Y
yes, year Last year we made a documentation and documented more than a thousand kids, you know, and teach them why they should have the Denei, when they have to vote, to see what value they have as citizens, you see.
_Claro, a. _
And you are you doing here?
_Vine to a concert of Morrissey. Do you know?
_Nah, no idea. And you just came from there for that?
_If, yes, basically for that. _
laburando Are you?
_No, not yet.
_Que luck boluda, I have no time for anything. Among who works at two schools and all the activity of the group, do not go out anywhere, I have never up a mango. _It Laughs. There is some confidence so I ask. _
But what about your old ...?
_Nah or speak, I long time since I bank only. I stayed in a hostel a couple of years, was half slump, but now I'm with friends in Almagro, small apartment, all smooth.
_Copado. _If
to full, the truth I'm more comfortable.
_Claro. Hey, is this is the square next Congress?
_Yes, here is the Congress.
_Me under here.
_Uh, bassoon, che, but seeing you cornered. You're cute, they are good glasses. Too bad we could not talk long story?
smile as I stand. He also has to do to let me out. _Y
bueh, maybe next time. _When
want. Hey, tell me just one thing, who is your favorite character in history?
The question is so ridiculous that I can not answer. I try to think of someone I like it and will not appalled.
_Bismarck.
laughed.
_Yo'm between Lenin and Allende. It's good to talk to someone else in your vocation, you see. _If
is good. We're seeing, Fede. _de
one, we are.
I ring the bell just in time to not continue long. Low, crossed another avenue anonymous and walk across the plaza. We had nothing to do. Federico Pinedo Claure went from a nasty group of people to another group of people too uncomfortable. That waste of political correctness, that style naive world view, believing that going to change reality by sitting talking until three in the morning with your group or you are going to improve the future knowing the past had always seemed a little pathetic, stupid. But all these ideas innocent, all the momentum and a desire to do something for other people to come of it, somehow it seemed nice, and not just cute, but respectable, almost exemplary. My cell phone rings, I open it and there is a message from one of my semi-friends chat locals. "Tamos in Niceto mandate" he says. I pause, almost reaching the end of the square, and for a moment doubt. I am a spoiled and parasitic assholes who do not know what they like, it is not received and that does nothing more than reading novels, drinking and watching sit coms all day, I think, and no mistake.
not answer the message and go back to the hostel. Just as we were going to leave tomorrow.
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