bok

opposing these meetings took place, we couldn’t meet in any of the others’
homes. Besides, there was also the issue of our friend’s transportation. It
had to be a place where there would be no complications regarding that
matter.
Amarón didn’t come that night and Helena and I fell asleep waiting for him
under the stars. We kept each other company like two children. Kristina
woke us that morning and we found ourselves wet from the dew.
A few days after I packed up my things and with great sorrow left the
house. The man of the stars didn’t return to that house. Mamá welcomed
me with open arms but she noticed my sadness. I kept going to work to the
Tamarindo but it was no use. In the afternoon I came back with all the food
I’d taken.
As time went on it became more and more impossible to accept everything
that had happened with Amarón. I needed some reassurance; a confirmation
of that encounter with another reality. Looking at the picture of the group
or calling them up was not enough. I had to see and talk to him again. I had
to see his ship to assure myself I wasn’t crazy.
One particular night after moving out, I felt uneasy and decided to go for a
drive with no particular destination in mind. When I passed by the little
house I decided to stop there. I was there for a long time while the
melancholy kept pressing me. After a while I kept driving not knowing
where to go. I arrived at the beach we call Bullé. It was still relatively early
in the night when I pulled up a little hill where the sea and the night sky
could be seen in its splendor. I stopped here and I lit up a cigarette. I got
184