None of his most cherished recollections ever surpassed the memory of first love
It was the same park where he had once carved a promise of love for Camila. The memory of Camila lifted feeling kept buried beneath the weight of so many years on the road.
The voices and shouting gradually revealed their owners; they belonged to another time in his life, which happened very far back in the course of his long existence.
On the way to school El Pinchote, Santander, Colombia
They corresponded to his schoolmates, from the that little country schoolhouse in the village. There, he had studied his first and second grade of grammar school, when he was but a young, little rascal. During the mornings, they would meet on the way to school and arrive together as a pack.
With a deep nostalgia, he remembered his blue plaid shirts and his dark pants from the uniform he wore to school. And Camila, so pretty, in her plaid dress, her white blouse and her hair tied with a white ribbon behind her back, certainly the most beautiful part of those mornings.