It was a hot summer day, the sun flooded every terrace with its burning waves. I was with Sam, on his terrace, playing with those little plastic tubes that, when we squeeze them, spread water everywhere. It was one of the happiest moments of my summer holidays, which were not that long, because they were only two Sundays a month, the rest I dedicated to the discouraging and exhausting mill of my master or patron. Sam and I had a solid friendship. crowned by the innocence of early childhood that I miss dearly. We were happy in our little emulations, where I let him win to reap the joy of seeing him jump for joy. The day passed peacefully until twilight showed its majestic colors in the calm sky. We played with lots of little toys, keeping it real in our little imaginary world. We brought to life all the cartoon characters we saw on television, even if we saw them separately, he at home and I in the archaic bar where I "passed" essentially to watch the cartoon, sell retail cigarettes, and expect his wife of the owner give me some biscuits or an apple. As the call of the sunset prayer echoed in the air, I kissed my friend on the forehead and ran towards the stairs, hoping for the millionth time that my dear father would not, for my tardiness, erase the few holly verses that they still stick in my head. My daily ritual was to run to the train station and watch passengers enter or exit this titanic machine that makes a noise that I listen to like an amateur enjoying a beautiful symphony. But the real purpose of my presence there is to wait for him to get off the train, as he does every day at 6pm. Her name was Sara, a rather imaginary name that we resort to in many novels and ...... middle of paper ...... her as soon as she returns from work. By the way, she was an escort. and I did, Sam was with me, he told me that she kissed that ugly boy and let him grab her tits, he saw all this from the terrace window. So when I saw her, I ran to her and shook her dress, she turned to see who. "Would you like to buy a cigarette, ma'am? Please, ma'am, they're good, I didn't buy any today." I was sweating and she pushed me in disgust and continued on her way. My best friend was laughing like crazy. I returned to him, with a small tear in my dirty eye. That was the only time I spoke to her and I was never the most important man in her life. I always slept with her in my fantasies. It is hard to imagine that we can be animals wanting meat so much and at the same time be ingenious and creative to invent great scenarios just to get this meat.