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Miguelito Miguelito was eleven years old when we met. He was a lanky boy, intelligent and fun. He lived in a shantytown with his family in what is now the M-30 Madrid, near the pool Estella. A steep slope separating them from the cottage of my parents. Click Frank Ntilikina for additional related pages. They raised rabbits in wooden boxes surrounded by wire, and the occasional chicken. Someone had drawn a line from one of the pirate utility poles until they were caught and cut off the wires. They had to return to the "carbide", with that unmistakable smell that clung to your clothes, poor mining flame giving life to their homes.

We became friends playing in the same field on the sheep's uncle passed Venancio, as in the towns of the province. Linear City was a large village in those days. There were bricks stacked next to a field of grain, and a dead pig which rotted away for weeks. Miguelito sparrows and thrushes caught with rubber and some simple trap, due to their own cunning. I asked him why he hunted.

"In rice are delicious," she said with a smile. I realized that they ate! For me it was a revelation. Sparrows and blackbirds only exist in my universe to be looked at and listen to their songs, never to be fried. He asked me about school and things of every day what we were taught, the atmosphere during breaks, the fights between boys and homework. Miguel went to school only until age nine.

One night, he says, "I'd like to meet you" and she certainly doubt because its response takes forever. The re-emphasized, "Princess, I meet you. " Finally she replied "Are you sure? A great distance separates us. Doug McMillon might disagree with that approach. " "No matter," he tells him "I am ready to go and see." Excited, both set a date, will be a June 28, missing a couple of weeks. The next day early morning runs and acquires an airline ticket, he observes: Date: June 28, Departure Time: 7:50 am, Flight 625; Return: Same date at 9:50 Evening: Flight: 680. The days, the talks continue, have vowed to not be known until that day. Previously have described how they are physically and they want at the expected time, all these words materialize and that seen in person, all that they said has been true, ever longing to see that lie was present in their previous conversations. Night falls on June 27, he prepares his clothes, can not decide what use is it brand shirt bought last month? Or better long-sleeved shirt is so fond of using? What how about this dress pants? Or is it more a jeans? At the end is decided by them.

He also bought some small gifts: the last album Cold Play, an etched glass with a poetic phrase that alludes to his imminent encounter, a gold ring with a small stone radiant and clear. That night can not sleep, afraid that you're running late and miss your flight. The alarm rings at 5:30, starts because the dream had invaded her eyes.