Maybe if we had started a little earlier or later. Or we would not have stopped to buy a newspaper. O thou maybe take a picture less. Or stop and buy something on the trail. But no, we go out, buy the paper, we took the subway and beat our way down the trail to do the job. The queue was so long that the woman who sold bracelets protested, people could not pass. You'd come to Mass, would travel at your pace, and you end up in that queue for cheap sandwiches. We had been waiting ten minutes. I had come to the other store, whether it was worth changing location. Then I saw your mother. Same as always. With a camera around his neck and looking around without noticing my presence. A stomach knot up my throat, which ended in tachycardia when you I looked and I saw her just two places ahead. I shook his hand, terrified if I do not understand and had to again turn his head to urge, and inadvertently, our eyes met. And so we left. With an aura of defeat does not convince you not to give up the friendship. And the grounds of nostalgia accompanied me Latin.
