In the teens created a bonding with us whose memories the rest of our lives Why? Maybe because at that age, our group or gang, as it was then, comes to be more important to us that the family itself, or perhaps the reason is that we are much more likely to receive and give love, and at this stage difficult to believe that we misunderstood by their elders, they are our outlet and our support . Whatever it may, these friends have not forgotten despite the years, and we carry with us through the memories or anecdotes that happened to us then, and unconsciously, keep their faces and ways to be like a treasure, in this invisible backpack that makes up our baggage of travelers in this world.
My dear fellow travelers are not all in this picture, but most do:
Ascension, Jose Tomas, Amparo, José María, Antonio, Miguel Angel, Ernesto, Finite, Manolo, Maria Teresa, Francisco Manuel, Aurelino, Matias, Pilar, Mari Carmen, Virtues, Abelardo, Constantine Antonia, Gregorio, Antonio and Maria del Pilar.
Some died, still in touch with others, and some are lost track, but little by little I found. To all my smile from ear to ear and a big kiss.
Ah! I am a nurse, and my Antonio Africans.
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