December 2012.
After spending a few years out, I return to spend the holidays with family.
The taxi driver who brings me to the airport tells me about the latest novel by Scott Turow. Tired, just hear what I said.
sleepy look out the window. The squares are filled with people reading.
bars I can see in books on every table, and we go just a few blocks to a bookstore's window appears in front of us.
I sit under the window to fresh air to wake finish.
We stop at a traffic light a lady crossing the street, carrying groceries, she tells her friend: - No, no ... Cortázar force is centripetal reading, while reading Borges is a centrifuge that drives you to an encyclopaedic knowledge.
not understand what is happening. Everywhere you look there is someone with a book in hand.
me out of the taxi. In the front door waiting for me.
supposed to embrace me, but no. They were waiting for boarding the taxi that I left to go to ballet and opera.
My neighbor comes over to me and handed me the brochure for an exhibition of paintings and his daughter invited me to the day after a play in the local cinema.
Before releasing the bags wonder what is happening.
-Ah ... of course, know nothing.
- was about 6 months ...
- ... Tinelli died.
(Thanks premium Crack).
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