I know very well what I'm doing, and what you say won't change me

By Lorenzo Lemaur My mother, whose name is Josefa, read the verses the other day. She told me that I forgot people, who took us to and from school. As is normal to assume, my mother is right. Meluco, Don Jesús and some others, along the way ...

June 25 2012 (16:45 WEST)
By Lorenzo Lemaur
My mother, whose name is Josefa, read the verses the other day. She told me that I forgot people, who took us to and from school. As is normal to assume, my mother is right. Meluco, Don Jesús and some others, along the way ...

My mother, whose name is Josefa, read the verses the other day. She told me that I forgot people, who took us to and from school. As is normal to assume, my mother is right. Meluco, Don Jesús and some others, picked us up along the way and took us to school.

There were also a lot of civil guards who were like family. Specifically, Don Antonio Álamo was even my godfather. My mother remembers Don Jesús. Don Jesús López, the doctor. Who brought us his fighting roosters where we lived in Casilla.

In addition to the roosters, we had many more animals. Goats, rabbits and chickens, which laid very good eggs. I think two goats, a lot of rabbits. With a sack on my shoulder in the afternoons, I would go looking for grass for them.

On Sundays and Saturdays, with my father to La Bufona. To fish in "high stone", romeros, fulas, galanas and some sargo that fell. On Monday back to school, with my brother by the hand. Until a car passed, that the "groups" would reach us.

I remember Don César well, and Don Juan even more. The director Don Santiago, who for us was the worst. If we tell the truth, Don Santiago wouldn't be bad, but whoever was sent to the director's office, would surely come out with a red bottom.

I remember that during recess, they gave us powdered milk. That thing about development plans, to grow strong and proud. One morning, when we were going to enter the School, the children commented that Che had been killed. I will never forget it.

It was Tuesday, October 10, 1967, I was ten years old. I didn't know who that man was. Now I will never forget him.

I have never liked lawsuits, in fact I have never come to blows. For all the fair houses I have lived in, like Ernesto I have died and then been born. Now tell me what you want. Be sure that I won't care. I know very well what I'm doing, and what you say won't change me.

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