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When I got the car I gave the driver the address of our old house. I knew that Paul would be upset when you discover that the letter had given Eva, but I thought it would also not need to know. And if one day I discovered, it would be late and understand I did thinking about your good and your family. But ... what was I thinking? Paul knew me enough to notice in my face that he was lying, as I wonder whether he had delivered and he said yes. I had to think of a better plan, as he had lost ... but that does not prevent re-write ... or maybe that was the solution, I could rewrite it, and settle the matter definitively. The trip made me very short, and when thinking on the subject of the letter, I avoided looking out the window the path that the car was, I felt anxious and scared me more than I imagined, to face the memories. Nairobi was in my head joy and sadness in equal measure, but the downside was so painful that unconsciously forced to hide my happy memories, and focused on London, the city that gave me inner peace. In London an accident had not taken the lives of my parents. In London, I hoped my husband and my children. London was the perfect place to close a door that I caused pain to open.
The car stopped right on the doorstep. For a moment I thought that if he touched the bell, the door may be opened, and her mother's smile to the other side, but I did not. I went home from The Sherman, asking the key that Paul had left them. The time had taken its toll on those familiar faces, who transported me to the garden parties that had shared, when their sons Philip and Joey, were inseparable friends of Paul, and three life spent teasing. At that time, Paul and I we could not bear, for me it was intolerable that the kid had touched me as a brother, started to get along when he returned from Spain, and came to study with me to London. Our childhood was paved with fights and quarrels among us, we could not spend more than fifteen minutes without arguing, and we never we put agree on anything.
I opened the front door with a trembling hand. As I walked down the hall, thousands of images flashed through my head like a slideshow, but at the rate of six frames per second. Everything was in place as Paul said, everything but the smell. Lacked the warmth of the smell of my home, which could not but bring to mind at that time was missing. Nor was the fruit that my mother liked to put in a container, in the middle of the kitchen table, and the glass jar of cookies on the counter, was empty, like the pantry. Started to feel that anguish for so many years I had kept back, maybe Paul was wrong, for me it was useless to confront the past, wanted to close my eyes and meet in London to open them with my family, that place where I could not find my house was as cold as the backdrop for a film. Tears began to pile up in my eyes and ran to my bedroom as a child, and I did not like something, only this time no one ran behind me to console me. My room was as if time had never been there and put my face on the pillow, I felt it was the smell ever, the smell of my childhood, so long accompanied my dreams. And to recover the aroma of my childhood, I found the taste of my memories, the good, of which there were buried with those who caused me anguish.
on the shelf, along with my books, lay a picture of my graduation, she appeared in all four. Watching her, I remembered why I decided not to take me to London, there to reflect the times in which the four lived together at home, after that I went to study abroad, a year later he became Paul, and I started an independent life of meetings on key dates.
had a lump in my throat, I wanted to leave the house, I needed some fresh air that was not in there, and decided to focus on the letter that Paul had given me, and had to rewrite for delivery. I sat in my old desk and opened the letter carefully not to break the envelope and unfolded the paper I came across something I do not understand why I had not crossed his mind, was written in English, and had no idea to translate that language. I the possibility of translating it with the laptop in my hotel, but my eyes returned to meet with that old photograph of my graduation, and the happy face we all had, and I bumped into Paul's eyes, the joy radiating the child who later would go to Spain, and would make his return in the brother and friend of confidence, more mature, because there was no longer the kid that I had touched a brother, to become a man in love, who delivered their love in abundance to all of us. And then the accident happened, and never again be the same, for the great loss and because he felt the blame for what had happened. And I only left me wondering, who was I to interfere in his life, when life had already given back more times, and I could not afford to now, the person in whom he confided.
I introduced the letter in an envelope and locked it, went to the Protea Hotel Cairo Road and gave the front desk. And then, for the first time, I wished with all my heart that this letter reached its destination.
(Okay, yes, I admit girls, do not kill me, I know I'm getting dizzy the letter and that you are willing to open it ... but the fault of the heads for not letting me use my characters as I please ... at the end ¬ ¬ I do not know who the hell I will think to release the letter ... just stole a Tolkien Frodo Baggins or Gollum himself ... or already made Aragorn jajajaja so forgive me motion sickness from the letter: P)
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