They were many pleasant moments spent in that time of my life, but then the bitter would come. Among the pleasant memories are the nights we spent in that House to means to construct, and to contemplate the Interior outward you could see fireflies. Show that for me was something impressive for the first time. Also when we would get together with a friend of our same age met and that was the place, and that when, began to tell jokes we laughed before the end of counting them, and the US said: why they laugh if I have not yet finished to tell the joke? But the truth is that we laughed of the charapa I had left. A day of which I have vivid memories, Pocho disappeared from the map. I never knew he. And what wine then they were very bitter days for us, but not for all of us. And here I return to the first paragraph of this story.
We human beings, don’t react well under adverse circumstances. My reaction was a tremendous anguish to me away from my mother and my brothers. But Siler was of the rather; It seemed as if he has no mother, father and brothers who wonder. We were still in the House under construction, but in the market came a day that we do not already attended and truth we hunger. I remembered all the dishes of food desprecie to my mom, for not liking this or that food. He first guitar after a few days disappeared, and we were alone all three: Siler, Rafo and myself as I could, I managed to collect money for the return ticket. Siler and Rafo did not want to return, said: quedate I went to say goodbye to the bus station. I went up to him and sit in a seat that gave into a window of the same, I could see them standing making me goodbye with their eyes, their faces desencajados by pain.
When I arrived at my mother’s House with my brothers, son prodigal was like a baby’s chest by my side. Repentance, forgiveness and crying are expressed on right hand and sinister mothers always forgive. As I – would say dato curious, interesting and dangerous; to pass the time I could hear such Pocho was nothing less than a drug dealer in the area. And it was why the purchase of van, musical instruments, and contracts that suddenly were not paid by anyone-. And that night the morning, he was dead, or he was arrested by the authorities. This occurred between 1970 and 1975, I don’t remember well, but such Pocho; He never knew. And Rafo and Siler, I have no news of them, about 30 years ago, more or less. Well, thanks for following the story of this little adventure, that perhaps many of us have in the depths of our subconscious, and that one way or another we feel need for them, trying to liberate those memories of the past.