As my days are going, I'm making small and subtle errors. Do not I make very often, but from time to time. One of them took place a month ago. A classmate of Renaissance art civic center of La Castellana uttered a racial slur in the middle of a conversation that took place over coffee in terrace of a bar, after one of those classes. "It must be exciting to commit a sin," he said, then added: "No matter how small. However hard it is after remorse. " Well, my mistake this time was not take the matter closed, not to label this little phrase as vulgar and stupid, even after a month of that incident I surprised myself did not start at that moment to hate that face pathetically child, especially the lips of that phrase that was thrown.
Against all this, I started to think, little by little I was noticing how the sentence had been installed in the living room of my subconscious, but at first it was something tiny, it was getting bigger and taking shape as transcurrría week.
Because, even though that phrase stalled on me, did not instantly, and you can not say that Alice, the author of it, was like a bow shooter with his arrow hits the target at first attempt, but it took a full minute to settle, as I said, in my mind, I saw in that period of silence that followed, like Andrew, the companion who was with Alicia and me on the terrace, smiled almost imperceptibly. His was a fleeting smile, but intelligent, and mature.
Three weeks after that, I had the opportunity to have a conversation Andres, me and him alone. He was talking about fifteen minutes and, despite my efforts to avoid it, most of what he told me I missed, I was still toying with the vulgar phrase Alicia. Andrew
showed talkative that day, his talk seemed to have no end. I took the thread when he was about to end. As he spoke, I thought at the time of his arrest, telling him that he could not continue if he was going so fast. However, it was he who stopped. Then I looked. And he spoke.
- Do you think of anything? "He asked.
"Nothing," I replied. Wanted to show me proud, to show that nothing why did happen to me. However, that "nothing" had sounded little sound, barely audible.
-Ya, "Andrew said, sarcastically.
then explained what was happening. I explained the mental damage he had caused the words of Alice in me. The unbearable contrast arose from dislike to comment on whether and whom he had spoken, and he no longer had provoked dependence have been mulling over for a whole week, there was the fact that emotional pandemonium anyone could have avoided giving closed that case from the beginning, could have been avoided had once uttered the phrase, I had listed as vulgar and would forgotten it all started for having begun to give some importance.
"Yeah," agreed Andrew when he had finished my explanation. Then both sat in silence, weighing maybe he told everything, and I waiting for an answer I was helpful. At the end asked, to my surprise -: What are you doing tonight?
That provoked, as I said, my surprise, then dismayed, and finally resigned myself exhausted, and asked him what he meant by that.
"I'd like to take a place," said Andrew, but before I could express my steadfast refusal, he added: "I do not take no for an answer.
So in the end I accepted.
When we were about to get Andrew asked which was the special place that I wanted to take. I said with a heavy heart, having seen out the window on my side how a group of kids were around adolescence, possibly unleashing a brutal beating of a person you could not see. "There is a special place itself," said Andrew. "I just want you to see something." From what I had no doubt was that it was dark a lot and we were in a paragraph and rather controversial area of \u200b\u200bMadrid where I had never been. The car stopped and Andrew and I went down. Then I saw Andrew crossing the street to see that there were no cars. I figured it should continue, so I followed. He stopped in front of a van parked across the street. When I got to where he was, I made signs that we were going to be there. "Alicia is there," said Andrew. "What is there?" I asked. "You peek and see, but try not to see you." Surprised and scared at the same time, I looked.
Alicia was on the terrace of a grimy bar surrounded by men who drank beer in bottles. Alicia was the only woman there and with his left hand stroked the pubic area of \u200b\u200bone of the men sitting next to him, as he said things close to your ear. I could not see how Alicia was dressed from the waist down, but I could imagine.
I became excited, and Andrew asked us to go. He nodded and agreed.
When we were far from that neighborhood, I questioned Andrew. "But specifically, what did you get through this ...?, I mean, bringing me here. I could have said and would have sufficed. " "Telling you," Andrew said as he drove and I watched him, not me pudieses believed, moreover, was better than you had ever seen. " "Why?" I inquired, the edge hysteria. But Andrew was silent.
That did not disappear entirely my little obsession with the phrase uttered by that girl, but attenuated. However, do not know yet if that was what I wanted to help Andrew and he never told me.
